Theseus playfully swatted Oliver's arm at that comment, scrunching up his nose and trying to forget just how awesome that sound Oliver had made was. "Hey, watch it. I was the last thing in that mouth. The day my cooking outweighs my cock, I'm quitting the business." He didn't clarify if he meant culinary work, or sexual prowess. Taking a spoon for himself, he took a bite. And you know what? It was pretty damn good, it was really good. Not that he'd expected it to be terrible, he'd learned a long time ago to trust his own cooking abilities. His business abilities... less so.
"So, what has Oliver Wood been up to? Which hearts does he make go crack?" he asked. He had no idea the little mine he'd just stepped on, no idea that he had just started to hover near a delicate question and spot. Because Theseus had no idea that Oliver was smitten with Charlie, he didn't even know there was a Charlie. For him, Oliver was just a very impressive sex god who little- or at least had learned how to make it seem like he felt little. Theseus was jealous of that ability, Merlin knew he wore his emotions on his sleeve like a damn girl.