Oliver laughed. "Yeah, actually, I think I have," he said with a grin. "I have been in your place before, Sam." He couldn't remember if he'd actually seen whatever broom Sam kept at his place to clean with, but it didn't really matter. They were just joking around.
He nodded with a smile, glad that Sam was in agreement. He shook his head. "No, I'm haven't. Not that I remember at least. Actually, I'm sure I haven't. I normally don't do this type of thing. But you won't get hurt or anything, I swear. You wouldn't let anything happen to you." He reached out and squeezed Sam's shoulder again, trying to assure him. "Are you ready?"