"Good," she said in an almost childlike voice, "Then do me a favor and beat yourself so I don't have to do it." She was only half joking, because she wouldn't beat him up, but if he was willing to do it to himself that was fine by her. If she was quiet for too long though, it was because she'd gotten a little lost in Wonderland. Oliver was all warm and breathing and she found that fascinating. She could hear and feel his heartbeat in that chest of his, and it had been so long to actually hear that from a guy she was almost astonished that guys still did that. "And if tell me where you get your fun toys, I might even hug you without being armed." Maybe. But that one was highly unlikely. She liked being prepared.