There was something in the tone Oliver used that made Charlie realize that his walks were not romantic, moonlit strolls along the rocky coastline. His eyes narrowed and head tilted slightly as he listened. Oliver managed to get the man hooked with the vague description of a night. Though he had heard many comments about how his mate had become a push over, Charlie was completely certain that was not true.
Whatever the man was doing, it was not taking old ladies across the street and carrying groceries for them.
"I think I will sometime. Your next one is on me."