Criswell doesn't know much about Quidditch, let alone about the requirements one must meet to become a captain, but he accepts this without question. Especially that part about being a captain in school. He nods in keen agreement as he marks off another square, "That absolutely counts."

Noticing the shift in the girl's expression, a sharpening of focus, he nods again. She's assisted him more than anyone else tonight, the least he can do is return the favor. "Since I was four. Mum taught piano; she wasn't going to have a son that couldn't play." Then he pauses, considering what she'd said about her uncle, "...what, like a pipe organ?"