"Why not, Flinty?" Oliver guessed it wasn't the brightest of ideas to piss the Slytherin off but it was fun and i was how they were and it was how he got into the mood when playing against Flint. he mounted his own broom and kicked himself off the groun.
And as soon as he was in the air his mood shifted from...whatever it had been (a mix of anger and excitement and hatred and confusion (same as always with Flint around)) into pure calmness and he felt himself relax even if his body was tensed from the way he held the broom and shifted to get into the right position for whatever maneuvre he'd be flying.
Always ready... oliver shook his head. Flint was certainly not talking about sex...with him...or in general.