[ She peers at him for a few moments before dropping her gaze to the table, hand slipping out from under her chin. She's not sure what to say. ]

Well. I reckon that puts an end t'our unspoken contest over who's the best shooter in the West, seein' as how I'm the only one who — exists.

[ Her lips twitch. If it's a joke, it's a half-hearted one. But he was considerate of her feelings, so the least she can do is return the favor. ]

It's hard t'understand. But I like you, too.

I don't reckon that'll change.