It was odd, because even though this girl reminded him so much of Angelina, he didn't have the same sort of platonic lack of attraction as he did with her mother. He knew that was a problem. He couldn't imagine George would be keen on him hitting on his daughter, even if she was close to his age. There was also the fact that even if she was friendly now, Oliver didn't really know how to interact with females without making them mates or with trying to have sex with them. He tended to only have two speeds and he was conflicted as to which one to make this interaction. Well, he wouldn't think about it yet. He could try and not be an arse here, so long as he had a fresh start.
"Well, I mean...I guess I don't understand how I factor in, though obviously I understand adoring me," he joked, taking another sip of his strong drink. "It does feel odd that people who aren't wizards know who I am, though being a professional Quidditch player, I'm at least used to strangers knowing who I am. But," he said, nudging her in the shoulder, "some people feel less like strangers than friends I don't know yet." He flashed her a winning smile, hiding how completely out of his element he suddenly was.