Again, Oliver looked to his companion. Judging by the look on her face she didn't seem to like Terence very much.
"Ter," Oliver sighed, stepping forward to give them space to talk. "Look, I'm fine and...I mean," nodding his head backwards a few inches to indicate the look of dislike on Marie's face. "I don't think she likes you. I mean I like you, but. It's fine." That made sense, right?