"Bet I could land a girl before you could."

A bark of laughter left him before he could stop himself, and he leaned his head back against the base of the tree, all but relishing the idea of such an inane competition. Considering they both had egos that contended with one another on several occassions, it was an easy bet to place that they had competed over witches countless times in the past. There had never been actual affection involved, of course, which kept the losing side from holding any genuine resentment beyond the sort likened from a fair bruising of the ego, and it was a perfect way to strategically one-up each other while still remaining on good terms. It was like a battle without too burdensome a casualty list, and the idea of another go-around was more than a little tantalizing to the Slytherin.

Glancing over at the other wizard and pausing at the lack of amusement on his face, Henry intoned, "You're not joking, are you? You really think there's a witch out there who would have you before having me?"

Taking a long drag from his cigarette and following it down with another swig of firewhiskey, he grunted his acquiesence with an easy shrug of his shoulder. Squinting through the haze of smoke around him, he mused aloud, "So who do you suggest be the witch in question? I don't want to waste my time on one I'd rather not bed."