"I'm afraid that's classified information, Miss Summers. I am telling you this for your own benefit and not because it pleases me to withhold information," he tells her with an unwavering tone like he wasn't using charm to deflect the idea of his telling the truth. Both of them would know it was anything but honest, but there was a twinge of regret when he thought about his 'Christine'. For a brief moment, it may even be revealed that his answer was more serious than he let on by the expression that flickered on his face briefly. Lois Lane. One day he would get the regret of her out of his veins, wouldn't he? It was evident they were a thing of the past, due to his poor choices. Did he make a poor choice? Or was it just their fate? Maybe this world wasn't ever meant for Oliver and Lois.
Following Buffy out into the evening that had been gradually growing colder, he quietly watched his warm breath disturbing the air before looking toward the beautiful blond woman. He didn't want to pressure her to talk about things she wanted to leave unspoken, but if she needed that shoulder, he had to remind her it was there, "My shoulder is ready when you are." He could only hope she could tell by his careful tone he wasn't trying to pry anything from her heart that wished to be buried, but in the forums he did promise his ear and shoulder for her to do what she wished with it. He wanted that promise to be seen as still "on the table" even if she had delayed in coming to him.