Lancelot could tell that he was being made fun of. He allowed a thin smile that held no humour. "Or perhaps the next time you decide to foil such an over-the-top assassination attempt, you should leave less of a mess. Perhaps don't crack a skull against the wall? I heard that three guards lost the contents of their stomachs upon seeing it. I struggled to retain it myself."
"He told me that he had all sorts of secrets locked inside his head," Oliver said, "I thought if I opened it, I'd see if he was right."
Lancelot held his gaze for a little too long. Oliver's smile was just a little bit too strong. It was hard to tell whether he was joking or not. Lancelot shivered. "You have a taste for violence. It would seem that allying ourselves with you was a poor move after all."
"There are worse men than me, Lancelot," Oliver said, "especially for violence."
He had Greeves in mind. If he had the power to, Greeves would do far worse than Oliver had. Oliver had only done the bare minimum.
