“It’s the only way I can get a straight answer out of people these days. I don’t want to hurt you, Cisco. You are obviously harboring needed information, I want to know what you know.” Oliver said softly moving before him, his bow disarmed and hung from his fingers by his side.
“Then just ask like a normal person! You didn’t need to shoot me!” Cisco yelled at the man that he feared so much. He was thankful for the wristbands, because otherwise he probably would’ve sent Oliver flying across the alleyway. "Can we maybe do this somewhere warmer? We could do it over coffee back at the lab perhaps? I feel like the city is going to crumble around us.” He stalled, watching the man’s face closely. This darkness within Cisco found humor in stalling just to aggravate people.