The comment about Quidditch didn't even make Faelan flinch, because he was too busy trying not blush at Harry's comment about picnic spots. The last time he'd lounged around on the lawn, he'd ended up between Padma's legs in full view of the house, and he hadn't been able to shake the worry ever since that they could have -- might have been, for all he knew -- seen. But Harry's tone was innocent enough, so he let the paranoia slide.
"I know where the creek is good for a dip when the weather's hot, but you might have to show me a thing or two about dueling," he said, giving Harry a small smile and wondering if the other man remembered his offer from many months ago to help Faelan learn magical defense. If the past few weeks had taught Faelan anything, it was that it might come in handy someday.