Oliver eyed the with suspicion. "I'm not sure if I trust you anymore..." He murmured. just in case Flint EVER found out it was him he didn't want to see too cheap because he frankly wasn't.
"Can i have a bra though?" he asked with a sigh. He really trusted those two, he had no reason not to so there was no use in pouting anyway. It was like telling himself he was not eager to get the new Quidditch magazine.