She laughed and Oliver gave her a rueful little smile. He was going to have to get used to a lot of things here, it seemed, including people who had been around for a very, very long time. Maybe he should feel jealous, given that his own lifespan was decidedly lesser than hers, and others here, but, while he wasn't necessarily self-hating, he thought that approximately eighty years lived as a dwarf was more than enough.
"I'll work hard at it and come to you if I run into any issues." He told her, sipping lightly at his drink, shifting a bit on his small chair, crossing his legs underneath him. "It'll, at the very least, give me something to do if we get locked in again. And, even if we don't, it'll keep my mind engaged in between performances at the Freakshow."
He could put away quite a bit of alcohol, a deceptively large amount when one looked at his small form, but his head was swimming nicely, the very start of a decent buzz, and Oliver sat forward a bit with another smile. "I would like that very much. I came here to perform, yes, but also to learn, to learn about the world that has been hidden from the rest of society. And I can see no better way than to study ancient texts."