"Yes, but...but how can you accuse me of becoming respectable?" Oliver spat out the last word as he gratefully accepted the tea. "I mean, it all starts out harmlessly with a steady girlfriend and before you know it, you've been pulled into a commitment and you're married with two point five snot-nosed kids, an underpaid job with a choleric boss, a receding hairline and expanding waistline and all that's left are a couple of foggy memories of the good old times!"
He was almost hyperventilating at this point and quickly took a sip of his tea. "So basically, no steady or unsteady person there. Unless you count myself as unsteady, of course." Oliver leaned back, surprisingly comfortable now despite his wet socks.
"What have you been doing today? Everything all right at the Empire of Evil?" Which would be one of Oliver's flattering descriptions of the Ministry of magic.