Olivia can practically see his thoughts going to pieces, and doesn't exactly mind. He could probably do with a little less thinking, right now.

Her lips pull into a wry smirk at his written response - not unexpected - before she turns her attention back to him. She lets her hand slide down the back of his head, fingers tightening just a little at the hair at the nape of his neck.

"No. But I want to." She tilts her head, still smiling. "You can't really think I'd let you do this by yourself."