"Gotcha." Oliver nodded sagely, making a mental note. Not shady, he just has shifty eyes. It's a defense mechanism. "I'll keep that in mind."
He was already thinking of a list. Silver tipped arrows. Salt-tipped arrows. He laughed. "I think the flaming arrow is pretty much a classic," he said, thinking that a step up from flaming would be some kind of explosive incendiary. He looked a bit disappointed when she seemed in a hurry to leave, but nodded again, and escorted her to the door.
"Thanks for stopping by," he called after her, "Don't be a stranger!"