"Damn, and here I thought we were going to do the Foxtrot next. Work our reflexes," Harry chortled out. He lifted his leg to give Ron better access and also to help direct his kneading toward the upper part of his calf, which still felt ready to bunch again.
"Don't know what I was thinking, falling like that." He reached up and placed his hand on Ron's upper arm, rubbing his thumb across it as a silent sign of his gratitude for not being a splatter on the ground.