Do I seem the type of man to mess with someone?

[He is a lot of things, but a jokester is not one.]

Our timelines seem misaligned. This place might have some anomalous properties in that regard.

[Felicity had told him once that the Grove has weird time properties already, but he doesn't exactly believe it considering the sun rises and sets at the proper cadence, et cetera. Also because he's a dick.]