Simms arched an eyebrow at Owen as he stepped out of his cell. He hadn't really seen this version of the guy since the first day, when he talked him down from first arriving and lashing out. It worked for the guy then, but now it just sounded dumb, especially knowing what was coming.
He smirked at Owen, then Oliver. "Well, you know me. No promises. How we doing this, boys? You cuffing me, or what? You wanna hold hands, be best friends?"