[ He hums thoughtfully, rocking back to rest his elbow over the back of his chair. ]
Reckon you might be right on that count.
[ There were signs, of course. Lingering glances and private smiles. Eye contact from across a saloon, broken by a shy little laugh.
Of course, many of those open acts of flirtation had been acts. A desire to bring in few coins to keep the drinks flowing and business booming, but Faraday liked to think the attentions of the saloon girls were a little more genuine, when it came to his company. ]
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Reckon you might be right on that count.
[ There were signs, of course. Lingering glances and private smiles. Eye contact from across a saloon, broken by a shy little laugh.
Of course, many of those open acts of flirtation had been acts. A desire to bring in few coins to keep the drinks flowing and business booming, but Faraday liked to think the attentions of the saloon girls were a little more genuine, when it came to his company. ]
Seems to me I've met my match, then. So to speak.