Oliver watched the bloke walk away before he unfolded his arms. "Shouldn't have done that," he responded, giving her a pointed look. It had been rather amusing, however, so he didn't press. Magic in the presence of Muggles wasn't too big of a deal. Well ... it was ... but at the moment, Oliver just wasn't in the mood to be overly concerned. The only thing he was concerned about was not letting his mind wander to ridiculous thoughts that had no place being in his head.
Sinking easily back onto the bar stool, he glanced over her for a second. He supposed he could see why the bloke had been interesting, but in Oliver's mind there was no excuse for acting like a jerk just to get some attention. When she apologized, Oliver shrugged and offered her an easy smile. "It's alright. Wasn't your fault."
Deciding that he'd probably had far to much already, Oliver didn't reach for his glass in order to refill it. "Some people just don't know how to take a hint," he responded with a shrug. It was a shame really. Clearly their mothers didn't teach them manners.