Felicity probably would have been okay if he hadn't touched her, but he did. He actually slid his arm around her waist, which put them in close proximity and it was at that point that Felicity lost all sense of what she'd been trying to think about and went on a rambling mess that had nothing to do with, well. Anything good.

"Wow." It was breathed slowly as she looked up at him, aware that he was all chest and warm masculinity at this close range. "You're really hot." Wait. "I mean, your hands are warm. Not that I have brain damage, at least because of the lamp, I mean." Her eyes never left his. "But this is why you shouldn't be here. Because." Just because. "You." What, Felicity? "And all the muscles." What? "And I'm not wearing a shirt. Or shoes." Super smooth. "God, you're tall."

No, she had no brain damage, but if Oliver thought she was incapable of speaking like a normal person while he was shirtless, now he knew what it was like to talk to her while he was post-workout and she had no shirt on. Honestly, she was so incredibly aroused being pulled against his chest and feeling the heat radiating from his body that she could barely breathe.