Oliver smiled and just for that he was going to climb on the bed properly, in a minute. He leaned over to tug off his shoes, shoving the butter beer at Percy as he did, "help yourself, mate."
Getting his boots off proved more difficulty with one hand then he imagined. When he had them off he crawled onto the bed and stretched out flat on his back, "AH! Blessed bed! How I missed thee!"
He rested his hands behind his head and watched Percy, "So, what have you been up to and why the heck are you here?"