Charlie wasn't buying the sad face for a second. There was that twinkle in Oliver's eyes, the same one he'd got when suggesting that Charlie might be too warm with his shirt on. The look that very definitely promised mischief.
"I'm four inches shorter than you," he pointed out. "I'll be swimming in a pair of your trousers." He was laughing, though. "I'll go shopping, it's fine. I could probably do with a new suit." And if they were going out for dinner....well. Marcus Flint had had photos taken of him and that blonde girl, and that hadn't even been on Valentine's Day. At the grand opening of a restaurant.
"You ready for this being a public thing, then?" He tried not to let his nerves show.