"The score of our butts?" he repeated, uncomprehendingly. Oliver would have liked to point out that his butt had seen no score, but thought better than to say anything in case she meant something else completely and he simply succeeded in putting the idea in their heads. "Mhmm," he said instead, attempting to sound skeptical.
But he wriggled his eyebrows then, once again getting that mischievous look about him as his eyes moved from one girl to the other. He had to say, he was glad Harry hadn't joined their side; that would have been too much. "Let me out, will you," he said to Harry, though his eyes remained on the two fine ladies in front of them. "I'll be bringing a surprise round."
Oliver slipped out of his seat and headed to the bar where he ordered four very different drinks.