He didn't nibble on the bait and first and Adrian was having none of it. He'd just had his arm imprinted with some damn number and he was in a piss poor mood. At this moment the only thing that was going to make him feel better was making Oliver Wood miserable. If only. He was apparently just going to have to try harder.
"Now now, what kind of greeting is that. I'm hurt." Adrian chided him as he stuffed the pair of gloves he'd been examining back onto the rack that held them so he could turn his full attention to Oliver Wood.
It was a damn shame that a man who looked that good was wasted on one like Oliver Wood.