Oliver wanted to pat Georgie on the back, but figured that would cross the line into inappropriate, which only irked him again. Instead he chuckled at her exclamation, then subtly pursed his lips in a kissing motion to Edwin in a silent promise of later, before turning around and entering the back.
He paused after crossing the threshold, his eyes immediately gravitating toward the visible ink on Theo's arms as she she presumably sketched something. He'd seen Theo around the house, but hadn't really had a chance to interact with her much since her arrival, something he was starting to realize had been a bit of a trend. He really needed to do something about that. He tilted his head, transfixed by the spectacular art as he tried to make out what it was from a distance, only to realize that entering and not saying a damn thing was not only rude, but probably creepy as hell.
"Mrs. Mercier," he called lightly to announce himself, shifting a bit on his feet and trying to decide how best to proceed. He glanced over his shoulder at the doorway, then back to her. "How are you doin' this fine evenin'?" Good, small talk to start things out with the wife of the man everyone knew was his good war-story-sharing buddy.