Oliver didn't like that look. He'd seen that look before. It did not speak well for him, as was proven when he suddenly had two woman tackling him to the ground. It was quite the unfair advantage they had. Two of them and both woman. He couldn't even defend himself. All he could do was glare half-heartedly glare up at them as he did his best not to shift around as cold snow was currently melting comfortable under his shirt.
With the threat of more snow being dumped on him or shoved beneath his coat, he heaved a mighty sigh, rolled his eyes, and muttered, "The things I do for you," as he started to move his limbs making the snow 'giant' they so wanted.