"What did you just call me?" The word sounded like something out of a children's book. If it was supposed to be an insult, he wasn't feeling particularly offended. He'd run into several worse things to be called in his career. But Muggle? That would've been amusing if they hadn't been in the middle of a debate.
Eliot ran a hand over his face, thumb and forefinger briefly pinching his nose as he counted to five. "I'm not getting bent out of shape over it," he replied, with a little less...enthusiasm than before. His attention went back to the TV, glancing to the corner of the screen to check the time and score. Soon enough, his team was going to make a turn around and he'd be standing amidst some pretty damn disappointed fans.
A sigh followed. "I'm not gonna do anything offensive to Mary. A Hail Mary is a last minute play to attempt to gain yardage or make a touchdown. I was comparing it to a last ditch military offensive."