Charlie smiled in answer to that proud grin, infectious as always.
"You're taking me out for dinner?" He sounded almost shy - his inexperience was beginning to show. He'd had failed, miserable one-night stands. He'd taken women out on awkward dates. He hated been taken out for dinner. Been made a fuss of, the way Oliver seemed to almost as a matter of course. "Does that mean I have to dress smart?" It wasn't something Charlie did often, if at all. He wasn't even sure he had a suit that fitted - the last time he'd worn one had probably been for Percy's wedding.