He grins at her retreating back - half the reason he says things like that to her is because he likes finding out what makes her blush. And he didn't see one there, but he's willing to bet she was cringing a bit.

Still, thinking about this isn't helping the matter at hand (as it were), so he tries not to think about it. This whole encounter is just on hold as far he's concerned, and they'll pick it up as soon as her curiousity is satisfied as to what's going on out there. And he's interested too, despite himself. So he takes up a station by the window again, smoking another cigarette and watching the crowd forming. He can't hear what they're saying, but he can see the older bloke who was bleeding, and he doesn't look too clever.

It doesn't take much of a jump for his mind to land on the men who roughed up Kate yesterday. Blokes who'd gang up on a girl like that haven't got much call to complain when people think them guilty of things. But then again, this is the Old West. Lots of rough people out here.

Only one way to find out. As soon as he's sure he's not going to put on an inappropriate display for the townsfolk, he heads out to join them, and Kate.