Oliver tinged a bit pink at her calling him a friend. He really could be an idiot about such things. He leaned back against the counter to listen to her. It didn't surprise him that she didn't have an interest in being an Auror. He wondered if there was a job out there for Hermione Granger...besides a Professor at Hogwarts maybe.
"Well, they'd be lucky to have you. We're lucky now, as it happens." He crossed his arms across his chest. "I don't mean to heap praise on like an idgit. I'm not used to having proper conversations that have nothing to do with flying balls. This one probably isn't going any better, but glad of it all the same." He looked down at the floor, embarrassed by this sudden outburst of honesty. "I'm...there's a drawback to spending all your time around sweaty men, and that's that you sound like a right tosser having a normal conversation. Well, before I embarrass myself anymore," he said with a twinkle in his eye he hoped indicated he wasn't too serious, "I should probably get going, let you get things arranged..."