Sadly, mentioning 'thousands of beautiful virgins' throwing themselves anywhere was not a great way of getting into Oliver's good books when he was trying to get his head around Reed dating his best friend. Oliver's eyebrows shot up at the words, and his lips parted slightly in an expression of silent, vaguely annoyed, disbelief. He was too caught on that even to pay much attention to him putting the water back in the bottle. Although it wasn't the kind of thing you could ignore completely. He pulled his gaze away once the cap was on and looked back to the man's face.
"Good for you," he finally managed. He had to accept there was something about this man - normal people couldn't just manipulate water on a whim. But he had yet to have any good reason why he shouldn't be feeling very, very weird about having him around. Oliver sighed and pushed his almost-blonde hair back from his eyes. "I couldn't care less what you chat to, mate. What about Lydia?"
He didn't mean to be rude or sharp, and his tone made him blush awkwardly. But he really couldn't see another way around it at the moment.