"We really should and..." Oliver paused and tilted his head to one side, studying Alicia curiously. "Did you just giggle?" He asked the question in a tone that indicated this was as exceptional a thing as the sky falling down. Fishes starting to walk around and discussing the weather. Pigs flying. Alicia having hickeys.
In fact, Oliver stopped pretty much in mid-movement, a sandwich halfway to his mouth but being completely forgotten in the face of this miracle. Oliver suppressed a shudder. This was creepy and surely Valentine's Day and those annoying cupids were to blame. He cleared his throat and put the sandwich down again.
"I have no idea who could give you hickeys. It's not like I keep a close watch on your love life." Oliver said and the moment the words were out of his mouth, his mind went wandering. Indeed, who would give Alicia hickeys? He pictured some bloke kissing her neck and that kind of made him want to hunt those cupids down and shove their arrows down their nappie-clad behinds.
Oliver froze, sudden terror gripping him. He cared. The thought of giving Alicia hickeys did things to him that were completely not allowed and as unprofessional as it could possibly get. Damn those cupids! They were to blame, the little pests!
And yet, once his curiosity was roused it seemed as if Oliver had lost control over his mouth. "So are you seeing someone? Considering that I have no idea about your love life, I thought you could bring me up to date." And then they should go back to talking about Quidditch. He felt so much more comfortable talking about his sport.