Oliver could see Sam below him sitting on the grass. He tried to read his expression, but he was too far away to really see it. He just decided that since Sam wasn't running off or something, he would take it as a good sign and that he should continue. But continue how?
He did a few more tricks in the air, just playing as he tried to think of something more to do. He really couldn't. Flying was flying. It wasn't like there was a game that Sam could watch and pay attention to. Today it was just Oliver on his broom alone. Lowering himself to the ground, he landed a few feet from Sam. "How was that?"