Oliver smirked, knowing fully that he was starting to get a touch... popular with female quidditch fans. He was young, attractive and talented. What wasn't there to like? He took a bit gulp of beer first, the lion looking rather soothed as some of the golden ale began to disappear. "No one," he said, being honest. "I don't really date yet, I guess. Mostly I see you and Alicia. Mind you, my Mum thinks that I should just marry Alicia and give her lots of grand babies," he said, looking almost amused by that idea his mother seemed so very stuck on. Mrs. Wood wanted a large family badly, and had been on Oliver about carrying the name down since his father had died a few years ago. "What do you think about that? Like the idea of being Auntie to one of my rug rats?"