"Only because you're the dog's bollocks at it. Too bad, too, because I could use a good sparring partner."
He took in Oliver's soft smile and thought about how Faelan had been this past week, alternately grinning like a loon and falling into brooding. The Cheering Cherries had been meant for sharing.
"How're you doing?" Harry didn't give Oliver a direction, knowing that the man's choice would be more telling than anything else he might say.