[He pours a small amount of cream in his cup and lightly stirs it before he tastes it as well. It's not too bad and the archer supposes it probably is the best coffee any prison could ever serve. Oliver meets Cornelia's gaze fully, noticing the light coloring on her cheeks. He was about to ask about it when the princess makes her statement.
He returns the cup to the table with a slight 'clang', letting the porcelain hit the wood of the table a little more harshly than what he had intended to. His lips from a thin line as he processes her request.]
If it's only the wine drinking that you would like to avoid with me, then I suppose I can live with that.
[His voice is flat as he is obviously trying to control his temper. Exasperation is what Oliver feels the most at the moment. Why is it so hard for Cornelia to admit that they are both attracted to one another? And what did they truly had to lose from trying to see where this could go?]