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What a dirty trick he couldn't make it any more obvious how stupidly enamoured by her he is and that's his fault because he should know it would always end up here with her doing and saying all the things that make his head do a backflip in his chest.

He looks down at the cowgirl with a sheepish smile and equally bashful gaze laughing softly trying to find his sense but it's long gone and out the window. " You noticed that rugid charm did ya and yer claiming to be immune to it? Guess I'll just have to work harder I'm not a man who can just let go of somethin' I like it ain't in me. "

" If ya ask me yer work worth doing miss adler. " confidence floods his eyes again and determination. " Maybe I might even get that pose from ya how you said naked...as a jaybird? I think I like th' sound of that I reckon none of em french girls look as good as you. " he giggles giddily.

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❛ well, maybe this goddess's work ain't never done! an' anyway, what makes you so sure you could handle this woman? word t' the wise, mister morgan: you gotta be careful, messin' with them ladies. they're a handful, all right. a real force o' nature. real dangerous. ❜ two can play this game, all right. besides- who in their right mind'd pass up the opportunity to try and get big bad arthur morgan a little tongue-tied? ❛ i might just do that. i reckon i got room still in this little black heart o' mine to do an old pal a favor. but. if you think i'm gon' be posin' like one o' them french girls for ya, all laid out like a store cat an' naked as a jaybird, you got another thing comin', mister. you might have girls from here to strawberry droppin' their drawers for ya, with that rough an' rugged outlaw charm o' yours. but, i'm a tougher nut t' crack, arthur morgan. the toughest. ❜ punching him lightly on the shoulder, before fixing and pulling on his neckerchief with a low, dangerous little laugh.