Never had Felicity thought Oliver smelled bad, even when he was sweaty. It wasn't like he didn't wear deodorant, he just got sweaty and smelled like sweaty deodorant man. Offering his shirt was kind, except she was two feet from her closet and could get another, not to mention the fact that they'd come to her apartment with the intent to get a shirt for her to work out in.

Then he offered to remove it completely and just not wear one at all and she inhaled deeply as his thumb teased her skin. Arching closer to him in an attempt to get away - but not too far away - from the tickle of his teasing, she nodded slowly. "We could do that. It's only fair."

Getting her own shirt no longer seemed like a good idea when she could see him without one again.