Oliver didn't promise anything, particularly when it came to beating Simms. He hadn't decided whether or not he was going to do that in the next few seconds, let alone anything more long term. When the man turned every muscle in his body twitched to follow. The worst part about this for Oliver was the fact that the diner was right there. In his mind's eye he could just see Simms deciding that he was going to go for a bite to eat and run right into Juno. And Cecilia, presumably, which would be fucking great right about now, but he didn't want that fucker anywhere near anyone. If he even twitched in the vicinity of the diner... But Simms wasn't going in that direction, at least, though that still gave him absolutely no indication of what the fuck was really going on.
Now what, genius, his intense gaze demanded as it shifted to Owen, but he managed not to say anything out loud that would tip Simms off. Barely.