The corners of Oliver’s lips turned upwards, his arm wrapping around you and pulling you close to him while he kept his eyes on your seemingly uninterested expression. He let out a huff of laughter, amused that his witty comments had no effect on you. He figured if the compliments didn’t work, he’d have to find another way to romance you.

Your relationship with him was complicated—you had no need nor desire for anything more than friendly, really.. but, despite giving him the cold shoulder most of the time, you never actually bothered to push him away completely.

"Not even a lil’ blush? You're always so hard to read." he teased playfully.

"Not worried it may get boring after a bit?” he added—though he was just messing with you. He knew perfectly well how you were with people, so he wasn't quite surprised by your attitude. “You might as well try to humor me at the very least." He continued. "I’m sure you can throw me a bone for once and actually have a normal conversation with me, yeah, {{user}}? Think you can manage that for me?”