"Hey now," Oliver said softly, as if he were talking to a horse, trying to calm it. "I'm just teasin', aye?" He gave her a reassuring smile and patted her on the arm.
"We'll go to karaoke as mates, so long as you promise to keep your hands to yourself, yeah?" Okay, he couldn't help himself. He was enjoying messing with her. She was funny about it, and cute, and he'd be worried if he didn't like seeing girl's blush—it was nice knowing he could do that to a bird.
"Anyways, I should probably let ye get back to tendin' Georgie's shop, aye?" George'd not take to kindly to Oliver's turning his employees the shade of a Weasley's hair.