"Heh." He was making her awkward. It was a feeling that he's forgotten that he enjoyed; God had sex like most people shook hands, and Dinah was too cool to admit even when he did get her flustered. Ollie smirked.
"All right, pretty lady, count of three. One." He checked out her stance. Would she lead with a kick or a punch? "Two." It was hard to focus on a stance when there were boobs to consider. Those were fantastic boobs, and he endorsed them fully. "Three!" Ollie struck first, pulling the punch to keep it playful.