"I think I'll stay for a while." Oliver replied with a nod, letting the motion of swinging back and forth feed into his contemplative expression. "There are things I could do, in the outside world. I could continue to work for my father's company, yes. I could write books. I could champion causes of diversity. But it all just seems so pointless. Maybe it's a midlife crisis, but I like the cheering of the crowds."
He watched as Kit unwound the chain from around his ankles, returning the grin and tipping his head down to watch the chains clatter to the floor below them. "Again, very impressive." He complimented, slowing the swinging of his bar. "Hampstead." He answered, with a bit of a rueful grin; it was the most affluent burrough of London, far enough outside the city proper to have sprawling manor estates, one of which was the Brown family home. "A whole world away from the East End, alas."