"Yeah, I bet you really bought into the whole protect and serve part of the job too, didn't you." Oliver's brow arched as he shifted to stand properly. An entirely legitimate annoyed expression crossed his face, as if he was being genuinely put out by admitting the rest. "They're orderin' us to give you some supervised time at the bar for bein' such a good little convict. If you're not interested we'll just tell 'em."