He blinked and immediately grew a bit nervous when she leaned closer. He was confident, it was evident in his jokes and cocky attitude; however, there was something about this woman that always made the Peter Parker in him grow super nervous, mostly because he wanted her but did everything in his human power not to fall into it--and always failed.
He swallowed when his hands squeezed at her hips, and he cleared his throat suddenly at her suggestion of those stolen items. He began to look over, and at this intimate distance, he could most notably see how incredibly supple her breasts were, how sloped her neck was, how intensely lush her lips looked, and he realized she was probably right.
"I uhm.. suppose you could have hidden it in your costume, but I'm not about to strip search you--I'll leave that for the TSA at the airports," he then glanced back up at her, "Though all joking aside, I've missed you too Felicia. What did you take? And if you didn't take anything, why set the alarms off? I'm not stupid, I know you were there."