"Ah, but therein lies the problem. Tomorrow I'll just be a normal bloke with nary a fang to my name and just the memory of this dance to sustain me," he grinned, fingers now drawing circles against his skin.
"But I'm not so stupid as to not use whatever advantage I have when I have it, especially if it nets me a dance with the most tempting rocker in the place."
The last, Oliver realised, was about as true as statements got this late into the evening and this far into the pint glass. He knew Harry had no idea who he was right now - and wrong as it felt to not come clean, he wasn't about to lose this moment.