To some, Melinda's suggestion that they get to know each other would sound like either a rejection or a promise of sex. Oliver took it as neither, and he was happy to hear her say it. The last time they'd spent time together had been a bit magical, but he wanted to make sure he wasn't just being a stupid helpless romantic. The only way to know if this was all something was to get to know her. And he really liked the way her cheeks flushed and her breath seemed to catch when he touched her and kissed her lightly. That only was a good sign of things to come, right. "I'd like to get to know you too," he said, smile only widening. They were smiling at each other a bit like idiots, but he didn't much mind.
He found himself nodding, and held onto her hand as she tugged him upstairs. "Owling take away is perfect. Though, for the record, you look adorable just as you are. I'd find you enchanting in a paper bag, I think, but by all means, let's get you comfortable. How does Thai sound for food?"