Slade hadn't expected her to simply collapse under the weight of what was happening around her. Nobody that Oliver Queen would love would give into despair so easily. Still, he hadn't expected her to lash back in quite that way. Having spent so much time preparing this, the idea of being called a fool as everything came together sent a fury boiling within him. He was vaguely aware that before the drugs that had turned him into Deathstroke, he wouldn't have reacted with this kind of anger, but right now, he didn't care. All that mattered was showing her the error of her ways.<br/><br/>The back of his hand caught her cheek before he could even really process what he was doing. While he certainly hadn't hit her as hard as he could, the blow was hard enough to cost her her footing and knock her onto her back. To Slade, it did nothing to ease his fury, and he was tempted to kneel down beside her and choke the life out of her. He had to remind himself that it wasn't time for that yet. Having her dead when Queen arrived wouldn't have the same effect as making Queen watch her die. A little bit of patience would go a long ways.<br/><br/>Without saying a word, he made his way to the little table of supplies he had prepared for this moment and selected a roll of duct tape. With the tape in hand, he closed the distance with Felicity and got down on his knees beside her. "I think that's enough talking for you for one day. Time to shut you up before you say something that really gets you hurt." His one remaining eye burned into her as he spoke, as if daring her to speak out again.