He clicked his tongue and shrugged again. "Then we'll be a matched set- like bookends, only way more badass."

He leaned back slightly, looking her over and strangely enough it wasn't in the skeevy eye-fucking sort of way- it was more the strangely attracted 'my God, is there any way you aren't perfect' sort of look of appraisal. "Now tell me, honestly. Did you just pointedly avoid other men until you met me or am I gonna have to throw some guy bigger than me out of this bar 'cause I looked sideways at his girl in a few minutes?"