"He meant it figuratively, smartass," Oliver replied dryly, leaning on the wall the bars were secured to, just out of reach. He didn't have to fake the slight air of being fed up, but he wasn't feeling quite as casual as he looked. Simms was a violent, bigoted mother fucker. More importantly, he was the type to take advantage, which he'd proven on more than one occasion. There was no doubt he'd try something now, and as quick as letting him might land Simms back in that cell all the sooner, Oliver preferred that they do it on their terms. "Call it a little time out for good behavior. Gotta be gettin' mighty restless."