Instead of immediately reclaiming Edwin's hand, Oliver shifted his big body until his damp head rested as close to Edwin's lap as the blanket would allow without crushing anything important or stealing any more space from the others, stretching one long leg over the arm rest and the other over the edge of the couch. It wasn't entirely comfortable, but he had a feeling that if he played his cards right it would be more than worth it.
"Don't I gotta be a redhead for that?" Oliver asked once he'd settled, tilting his head back to move his gaze from one of them to the other as his hand found Edwin's once more, loosely drawing it up until he maneuvered the palm to rest on his chest. He was a little proud of himself for actually understanding that reference, but mostly liked that the topic would probably help draw attention to his convenient placement and steer things toward the likely inevitable head petting he'd been probably-not-so-subtly aiming for. "And why an "O"? Weren't they in....Griffer...door...or whatever it is? What starts with "O"?" That question marinated for all of a heartbeat before his train of thought hit the gutter and he snorted lightly. "Other than the obvious."