"Didn't say no, but—" James started, but was firmly shut up by another player who cuffed him on the back of his head.
"Oi, shut it, idjit! Cap can handle himself." James, drunk as he was, was pretty distracted, and easily got into it with the other player about 'Cap's' ability to handle it. Oliver didn't even both correct Montrose. He wasn't Captain yet, though with the current captain retiring, everyone said Oliver was a shoe in after being assistant captain. The point was that things with Emma had just gone from fun to confusing, and he was quite sure how.
"Ye dinna haveta explain, Em," Oliver muttered, eyes averted as he played with the handle of his pint glass. "Didn't think ye'd take me seriously—s'just an idea s'all." There was a little frown worrying between his eyebrows.