"Well, when a fit bird wears a short skirt specifically for him? Yeah, I think he'd get a little. Distracted," he told her, letting his face get dangerously close to Meghan's.
Grinning, he jumped up, taking their now empty plates to the kitchen, then did a quick cleaning charm so they would clean themselves.
Oliver walked behind the couch and put his hands on Meghan's shoulders, rubbing them briefly then leaned down to whisper in her ear, "I can always make room for desert."