[He did. Didn't he? There's a bizarre moment when he realizes she's right, that the glove fits. He wooed her, despite that the last woman he ever pursued in that way was one he lost forever. But he had been more cautious then as well. And considerably less wealthy, he has to say. Mind you, he doesn't think that's what's got Kenzi's attention now, of course. She obviously covets extravagant shoes and pretty dresses, but she doesn't look at the Aerie and see the promise of such profit.

No. She isn't even looking at the Aerie at all, at the moment. She's looking at him. His braid fits perfectly around her finger, a spiral as neat as Christmas candy.]

I didn't expect to find someone like you, either, [he says.] We haven't really got the words to describe you, in my time. But being faerie's got nothing to do with it. [He smiles and he means it, the way it goes all the way up to his eyes. The pirate tilts his head, a slight and painless tug of movement against the hair she's got her hold on.] You're welcome. Will you be staying for lunch?