_He crosses to the table.
(Smiling, with the suspicion of a mock-bow_) Excuse me…. (He unfolds the newspaper on the table and begins to whittle the stick over it.)
OLIVIA: You're very conceited, aren't you?
DAN (reassuringly): Yes….
OLIVIA: And you are acting all the time, aren't you?
DAN (staring at her, as if astonished): Actin'? Actin' what? (Leaning over the table, on both arms) Look at the way I can look you in the eyes. I'll stare you out….
OLIVIA (staring into his eyes): I have a theory it's the criminals who can look you in the eyes, and the honest people who blush and look away.
DAN (smiling): Oh….
OLIVIA (after a pause, challenging): It's a very blank look, though, isn't it?
DAN (smiling): Is it?