My name is James, and you'll do well to remember that. [All he does at the cry is smirk, having no intentions on letting go.]

Now, hold still, otherwise I'll not promise be able to promise ye this won't hurt. Well, any more than it might already. Don't worry, though. I'm just going to give ye a wee taste of what it's like to have powers used on ye.

[He shifts his fingers just so, starting to comb through Oliver's memories to see what he wants to use. While he's not going out of his way to actually hurt Oliver, he's also not bothering to take any steps to be gentle, or mask the feeling of what he's doing. How much pain it causes depends solely on how well Oliver can deal with the sensation.]