Oliver laughed at her hand movements, rolling his eyes and shaking his head. "Och, is that how I like 'em?" He grinned wide at her, and then his eyes widened and his jaw hung open just a little. "Katie?" he asked. Not that there was anything wrong with Katie, but Merlin, she was like his sister. "No. No, I haven't dated any of the girls," he said, fondness for them for them clear in his voice. "Love 'em, but no."
He listened to her ramble on about a lot of words that didn't make total sense to him. But he smiled appropriately, and nodded at the mention of dinner—Oliver never minded being fed. But as soon as that topic ended, she pointed to the pub, then turned back to the subject, and Oliver blinked a bit. Electricity, Empee three players, movies, pasta, pub.
"You," he said suddenly, turning to her and grabbing her by the shoulders and holding her still for a second. "You are like a Bludger," he teased, then flushed, realizing how it sounded. He dropped his hands to his sides awkwardly. "I mean, you're bouncy, y'ken? All over the place," he plowed forward, flushing harder. "I mean, I like it, yeah? You've got energy." Oliver slid his hands in his pockets, giving her a hesitant smile. "Maybe you're a Snitch. Flitting about excitedly." That sounded better than a bludger, right?