Pony watched her go, confused. Her words had left him even more perplexed. When the bartender spoke, he arched his brow. "What? How could ... Gah! " he stood and took another drink, this time for the liquid courage, and moved to her. He lightly took her arm to turn her to face him. "Talk about being dense. Where in that conversation did you hear me talk about finding someone for myself? I was talking about wanting a quiet life, but I wanted my sister to find someone nice to make her happy. You've made me happy, despite our ..." he shrugged not sure how to say it. "Shaky start. But you also said you didn't want or need anyone. And you know the kind of man I am. Certainly you would want better, right?" He thought of how she'd probably prefer one of those sensitive rich types who made all a woman's worries slip away.