Andrew tilted his head and said, "But his sin wasn't yers, Rose. Ye didn't stab someone, he did. If ye think that is goin' ta scare me away... well... I'm here, ain't I?" He moved closer to her and touched her hand. "Ye don't define yerself by somebody else's crimes, but for yer own actions. Thus far, ye have been nothin' but kind and wonderful and I would be proud to have ye on me arm as me wife if ye'll have me." His eyes were earnest as he peered at her, and he had blurted out his intentions toward her. It seemed like she was worried about him running away by her words about her brother and it just wasn't true. He meant what he said. "Marry me, Rose."