Oliver let her tuck herself against him. Her movements made him wrap his arm around her a little tighter, fingertips now smoothing over her shoulder. "It'd certainly be a funny sight to see, wee'an," he admitted. "Best let you lean on me for now, aye?" He tugged lightly on a strand of her hair, giving her a little smile as she looked up at him.
"Course I do," he said without hesitation. "It'd be verra said indeed if I went home to my flat alone when I could be here with a pretty girl—and George already has enough fuel to his 'Wood's an Old Man' argument." Oliver brushed his lips over her forehead. "Ye're distractin' though. For certain..." He paused thoughtfully before lowering his mouth to kiss her cheek. "But not at all in a bad way."