He sighed as the conditioning already seemed to be wearing off. Constantine had warned him that was a possibility, but he had hoped his master of the spell was so absolute that he wouldn't have to worry about it, even on his first try. It seemed this was going to involve a little more work than he had hoped. He snapped his fingers and the guards came back in, once again using sedative darts to render his captive unconscious.<br/><br/>Once she was out, he took her back to the other room and repeated the ritual, this time pouring a little more of his concentration into it. By the time he was finished, he was utterly exhausted, but perhaps that was a sign that now it would work.<br/><br/>Rather than simply trust the spell, he decided to frame their first meeting as something of a rescue. The spell would augment the relief and trust that came from being rescued, so when he delivered her back to her cell, he had his men seat her in a chair in the corner. They tied her wrists behind her back, tied her ankles together, and blindfolded her. Once they were done, they departed the room and locked the door once more.<br/><br/>Oliver waited until the security cameras revealed that she was starting to wake up again and slowly opened the cell door. "Caitlin? Are you okay?" he said softly, letting his voice trigger the conditioning he had twice worked upon her.