Listening in on this exchange, Merlin huffs and fights back a small grin, "Yeah right. You never crush anyone. You're all talk."

Since Felicity has started digging through Pax's bag, he kneels by the Quidditch clutter, first moving to grab the broom. Partially because he knows how much the girl adores flying and partially because, if push comes to shove, it wouldn't be a bad makeshift weapon. Not having his wand is such a pain.