The skin of her hands - those always betrayed your age no matter what your face looked like - was smooth and flawless. Her face showed no signs of a surgeon's tampering. Oh, of course, they were masterful these days, but the work of a mere mortal's hands still had a long way to go before it could achieve something like Olivia's appearance.
Was he offering a job? Not quite. Archie wanted to work on her, take samples, run tests, which probably wasn't something she'd take too kindly to, so he would settle for working with her. If he recalled correctly, the collaborations between her and his father had always been fruitful.
"Perhaps you would like to drop by sometime when you're not too busy? It's been a while since you've graced Oculis Meis with your presence." Money would not be an issue and his morals, well, they were more than happy to bend as far out of shape as they had to in order to accommodate his needs.