The corner of Oliver's mouth turned up as he heard Edwin make his grand departure, shaking his head. No, that joke was never going to go away, and he honestly wasn't sure if he cared. The fact that it continued meant that Edwin was still around to give him shit, and that was priceless.
Even as Cecilia spoke, and Oliver listened, his gaze remained on Marco's continuously prodding finger as if it were somehow transfixing. He nodded to indicate that he was fine with the plan, his eyes grazing over Marco, then around to search for Kate, speaking when his gaze landed on her. "Sunshine, you bunkin' with me?"
Despite the fact that it had been worded like a question, it was more than obvious that he was insisting. She could say no, of course, but like hell was he going to let her room with Damon without giving her the option.