She gives him a flat look. Though, truth be told, there's something to be said for that kind of a ride. Not that she will ever, ever, ever tell him so to his face. She'll be quite happy if he goes on believing she thinks he's a lech.

(She doesn't. Not really.)

"You do know you're a part of that list, don't you?"

She takes another slow sip, giving herself time to think on an answer to that.

"Ah ... havin' a home. A place that ... no one can take from me. Workin' the stables. Havin' Miss Bar."

That about covers it.

"D'you really not remember a thing 'bout the bar when you go home? Nothin' at all?"