Green eyes tracked the movement of the younger wizard's shoulder and he tilted his head up to look Olly in the eye. 'Completely?' He wasn't about to go fooling around with an injured playmate. That wasn't fair, especially as he liked being manhandled. Couldn't let a guy pick him up if he was nursing a bad shoulder.
A cheeky little smile cane to his face and he widened his eyes, giving an impression of innocence. 'So how is Flint? He alright with you seeing other men?' He'd read the stories, they were almost as amusing as the rubbish that was written about him and his band mates.
One black brow arched at the comment and he bit his lower lip at the imagery Wood had just conjured in his head. 'Aye, that's a given.'
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