“What kind of gentleman would I be if I took your leather and left you to die?” She lifts her head off the ground, eyes searching mine as she scoffs, “So you’re telling me that you did all of this to be gentlemanly?” “Why does that come as such a surprise to you?” “Maybe because you have to be a gentleman to be gentlemanly.” “And who says I’m not?” “I’d like to find someone who says you are.”
