Rolling her eyes, Olivia propped her chin her hand and calmly watched Hank pace. "Hon, I have never in my life resorted to 'slutting it up' to get a guy's attention, and I don't plan to start now! If he doesn't notice me for me, then maybe, just maybe, he's not worth it. You didn't have to do that with Joe. He liked you cause he liked you, not cause you look good in stretchy jeans and Jimmy Choos."

She paused, then shrugged and leaned back against the headboard, taking the history book back and absently flipping through it. "Besides...I don't I'd like him as much if he turned out to be that shallow. He's not. That's why I like him. It's just too much age difference, Hank, no big deal." She frowned down at something in the book, then scoffed softly and shook her head. "I swear. I don't know who writes these things, but they take something really interested and cool and make it dry as burnt toast."