Oliver couldn't help it, he snorted then cracked up, his grin wide. "Oh no! Were they already drunk?" He assumed they probably were, judging from the stories he'd heard from the few married female friends he had, including his sister-in-law. That and he wasn't sure how anyone could mistake tiny, albeit adorable, Marco for someone who professionally took their clothes off. Honestly, he supposed they came in all sizes and shapes, but judging from the few he'd seen in his time those girls really had to be sloshed. "They usually get started pretty early. How long'd it take for them to catch on that you weren't gonna start takin' off your clothes?"