Sherlock nods slowly. Oh, of course. "It's not about Quidditch in any capacity, it's about the captaincy. Stupid; of course. Junior leadership role that is equal parts masculine prowess and people management. If you're working in a 'good ole' boy' environment, it'll be a boost to popularity among the old gents and a demonstration of capability to the rest. Strategic move, Mr. Stark. Not bad. The added bonus being you will have succeeded with a broom of your own manufacturing only cerements any justifications required to prove your overarching superiority to any possible competition. Not bad at all."

As much as Tony annoys him, he cannot pretend not to appreciate a good plan of action. Nor fail to admit to his own misunderstandings.