Oliver smiled in return. He gestured for Sam to take a seat on the grass again, a bit farther away from where the vomit was.
"I'll either impress you or terrify you, so you should be prepared for both," he said with a grin. Going to the other side of the pitch away from Sam, he made sure there were space between them. He knew he was good enough not to accidentally harm Sam or something, but he wanted the man comfortable and he thought distance would be a good way to help that. He mounted the broom deftly and shot into the air. The wind rushing by him was a sensation he never got used to. It made him feel alive. He flew in circles in laps over the pitch before he slowly started to weave more flashy tricks into the flying.