Oliver thought about mentioning that over a decade in the army might help Lennon if he really that interested in Oliver's physical make up, but refrained. His mind played with all the paths that could follow, like how they might not ever be in a position where that would be a possibility for the boy. Also, he wasn't entirely certain if the kid was flirting with him, and he preferred to let that slide without comment.
"Really?" Oliver's head tilted to the side, regarding Lennon curiously, reassessing. He actually figured that was the case, but Lennon really didn't look older than maybe nineteen. "Hell, kid, I bet you get carded every five minutes. That'll come in handy in a few years." He rolled his shoulders to start working a few of the kinks out, nodding. "I've got two, actually. Not sure which one I'm goin' with yet. What do you think? Cowboy or kilt?"