It is exactly what he wants to hear, which is why he immediately second-guesses her. Some of it is reasonable paranoia, and some of it is an instinctive distrust of getting what he wants. He's been getting a lot of that lately and he's waiting for someone to pull the rug out from under him. Olivia could very well be that. But he continues without so much as the slightest hitch in mannerism. If it is a trap, he can't give a sign that he suspects it.

"A lot of people feel that way. Seems like I meet them everywhere I go." That's pretty quiet, and he leans in a little to keep his tone of voice to that playful fake flirtation. Sure, it's way off for them to genuinely be two people hooking up at a bar in terms of timing and the way they came in, but it's better than barely pretending not to conspire against the Militia in the middle of the day.

"Now for the racy question of the day." Deadpan. "What cohort are you in?"