Marco took a step backwards, away from Oliver, his face still set in that grimace that he couldn't quite shake. "You didn't say anything about having to go somewhere else, Oliver!" he snapped. This was it. This was Oliver's trap. He was going to lock him in the sauna, or tie him to one of the weight lifting machines. "I knew it, I fucking knew it. I swear to fucking god, I'll hit you with a fucking dumbbell, I'm not going in there." He backed into a wall, ready to plant himself there and not move if Oliver tried to take him. "If you go in there, and you try anything, I'm going to kill you. Okay? I... I'm going to." It wasn't a well thought out threat, but he was scared, and it was all that he could do.