Sam looked at him, arching a brow. "Have you seen my broom, Oliver? Don't judge," he replied, trying to hold in a grin. He was joking of course. Compared to Oliver's broom, his broom looked rather...sad. Of course, his was made for cleaning. He doubted that Oliver would ever want his broom to be used for housework.
"I don't want to fly by myself, don't worry," he assured the man. He looked at Oliver, not quite buying his apparent confidence. "Have you ever had someone ride with you, Oliver?"