The promise catches him off guard, and he goes from silently hoping the broom flings him off to briefly wordless at the promise to stay out of his way. He hovers there, before swinging the broom around and moving to face him. "So, what, you're not here just so you can blow my little brother more conveniently?"

Ah, right - that still stung a little bit. His face seizes a moment later, though, as if realizing then how nasty and bitter that was, before he frowns and snorts. "Race you to that tree."