It was still a bit of a treat, to be invited into a private box to watch a professional quidditch match. Even as a lowly departmental employee (with his eye on a promotion eventually) he was quite enamored with the whole thing, even if he got to see quidditch matches often enough. He was playing neutral with his cheering, mostly watching for good gameplay, but had found himself quite content with a drink, in hand as he socialized around the box.

He only caught the tail end of the conversation happening nearby, the laughter catching him off guard. He didn't recognize the woman, but assumed she must have been the wife of someone higher up than himself. He wasn't sure why he thought the response a little... rude, but had decided to let it go. Women in quidditch was not new, nor something to look down one's nose at. There had been plenty of female players who had flown circles around him when he'd played at school and he'd been pretty good at it.

The other man nodded his agreement, which had Emmett rolling his eyes and snorting out a noise of derision into his gin.