"Tease," Oliver said, crossing his arms in an exaggerated pout.
"It is kind of lame, that you're coming up with excuses. She sounds great for you. You need someone who can keep up with you. Well, far be if for me to tell you what to do, mate, you know I have your back. I just want my Georgey-porgy as stupidly happy as myself," he said, with a smile and with a lot of heart. He really did want him to be happy.