It was only the nerves he'd honed after years of game pressure that kept his face utterly blank after Harry's comment. In that moment, his mind was filled with the memories of their Halloween dance, an encounter Harry still believed to be with a random stranger.
He was eminently thankful he hadn't been sipping from his glass while Harry spoke. He took one now, a very long one. "I'm not one for random shags, either, which means we're running about equal in our closest attempts this year. Still though," Oliver said, his voice a little lower, "sort of a romantic-leaning night, I've heard. So not that bad to be thinking of it, especially after a bad year."
He thought stuffing a few crackers with cheese into his mouth might be a brilliant idea now - anything to shut himself up before he really put his foot in it.