"I wouldn't judge you based on looks alone," Zave replied, his smile vague in reference to the age-old adage. Chuckling at Oliver's insistence of treating them to lunch and that the man had somehow inconvenienced him, he could only shaking his head, giving the brunette a fond smile that said he already knew they didn't have time to wage that war. Extending his hands, he clasped one of Ollie's, giving him an affectionate squeeze as he had when they'd first seen each other that day. "I look forward to it." His response was gentle and warm, smiling with his eyes before letting the other go.
Using one hand to run up the length of Ziha's brow, he gave Oliver once last glance before he quickly trotted back to the library, meeting with a co-worker that was waiting for him and disappearing into the building.
