"God, Falmouth..." Lennox groaned, shaking his head. "Flint has to be the worst. I miss most of the worst of it because I'm the Seeker. I'm faster than most of the chasers they aim for, but still..." He laughed. He'd taken a good beating in a few matches from overzealous beaters.
Talking, it was obvious he relaxed talking about Quidditch. That he liked, no - loved, what he did. Even if there weren't too many interviews to attest to the fact.