Generally when a girl hit a bloke it wasn't anything to worry about as most girls didn't hit all that hard. Anna never had exactly been a regular girl and when her punched landed, he had to deal with the resulting pain. He did it, however, like a man. It wouldn't impress Anna, but then he had long ago ceased with attempts to do that. 

Shouldering his broom, he rubbed at his stomach a bit and then frowned at her. Well, not at her, but frowned at her words. "I'm not trying to start anything." He gave a soft laugh. "Okay, maybe a little. I won't though. Not anymore, okay?" he assured her. "You'd not kill me anyway," he added, knowing he was starting to babble, but unable to stop. "You'd miss me way to much if you did. Really, who else would you blame for things like killing your cockroaches or blame for a foul mood or use as a punching bag? You'd miss me and then you'd regret your action and that would probably be worse than the Dementors. But, really, you'd likely scare the Dementors more than they would you."

He nearly bit his tongue to make himself shut up at that point, but the frown between his brows tightened. "Anna...you know what I mean...right?"

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