Greg paused, surprise shifting across his features and he dropped his mouth for a moment and then let out a large, loud laugh at the expression on Alfie's face.
"Shit! Okay, okay! Bloody hell, don't fucking pass out right here! Okay," he said sourly, not liking it, but Greg felt this odd tingling, and he worried that he'd sounded a bit too interested in it all, "It was just a thought," and his eyes narrowed slightly as he poked more fun at Alfie, "You think you could fucking beat me up, do you? You look ready to take a swing there buddy. Okay, the deal is hands off of him, which means watching him as well, I supposed."
Greg paused, "I gotta think," and he paused, "I need my Quidditch gear cleaned, spotless. You do it," he said flatly. He waited, wondering if the other boy was gonna balk at that. He figured he wouldn't, but it made Greg think about future commands, and just how far he could push and prod this younger boy.