James snorted. "Mate, are you really making dick jokes now?" He grinned and moved closer. "Don't say it too loudly. I'm sure that there are a few people who'd say that the Potter-Black combination is the best. That that however you want to."
He nodded, although if they really went through with a marriage, pretending would go out the window. He'd just have to wait and see.
He snorted. "Not my bike. I don't even know how to drive it yet, which I plan to fix quickly. After all, if I can survive Voldemort, what's a bike, right?"
James put an arm around Oliver's neck. "I'm going to tell you the same thing I told another friend of mine. If you aren't sure, then don't fuck with a werewolf, because bad things happen, and people get hurt." He took his hand away and put his hands in his pockets. "You need to figure out what you want. No one can tell you that, but it's not horrible. In fact, it can be pretty good."