"Oh, I'm used to getting beat by girls. It's happened most of my life." If he bore any ill will about it, he didn't show it. Soren was fully aware that girls were just as good at all the things he was good at, with a fair portion being even better.
Her observation made him laugh out loud, a noisy belly laugh that rang off the walls. "We can go now, portkey's close." As he exited the house, a wind hurled itself around the corner, sending his hair whipping in the breeze. He purred loudly at the cold, looking like an overly contented polar bear.