"I'm not a bloody idiot, you know. I'm not coming down there to prove a point, only to have you stab me in the back." He kicked his legs thoughtfully against the trunk of the tree, shifting his weight to accommodate it more like he would a broomstick during Quidditch practice.

Then he hooked his ankles together securely, and swung beneath the branch, crossing his arms over his chest as he gave Kevin a dry stare. "I'm not stuck."