Elisha raised his brows a little bit before he waved Ty inside. He wasn't psychic, but he could guess what it was about. Usually the tension between he and Oliver could be disguised as bantering - if extremely sharp bantering - but by the end of last night, after Debbie went to bed, it had turned a little nasty.

He'd already heard about it from Hadyn, of course.

"Come on in," he said as he recovered the canvas he'd been about to start on. "What's up?"