Oliver couldn't move. He probably ought to run, try and escape, outrun the protectors that were undoubtably surrounding the room at that very moment.

It was a fucking trap and he'd fallen right into it.

He rubbed his hand across his mouth, grinning widely at Arvin, doing his best to hide his disquiet.

"Hello old man," he said with as much arrogance as he could muster given his current situation.

"Hello Oliver," Arvin replied, not moving even an inch.

Oliver ...