The strangely insidious exchange that played out between brother and sister in front of him didn't go unnoticed, but he made no indication that he thought anything of it in any way. He was from a different culture and had only been living in the United States for a few years. There were different dynamics between men, women, and family and he'd always found it best to watch; not judge, and if time gave him more insight, then he could learn. Otherwise, it was best to just be polite.<br/><br/>Where he was from, the heavy hand of the patriarchy still linger and while women were respected and loved, they were still very much tied to old gender roles and expectations. It was no different with his wife and family or with his extended 'business family'. In this respect, Olivia was a breath of fresh air. Confident, bold, and even a little reckless. It was a quality he enjoyed in the women from the United States. They weren't unlike the wild horses of the range; beautiful, courageous, free.<br/><br/>He made respectful acquaintances with Jason and passed the kind of friendly greetings and gestures that respectable men made before accompanying Olivia to the 'box seats'. From there they had a great view of the arena and he watched as the grounds were cleared from the auctions and groomed for the bull riding event.<br/><br/>He chuckled lightly. "I was. I was," he admitted when she asked if he had been a rider. "I grew up on a ranch and started in the Colombian and Mexican events as a boy. Like every other loco cowboy, I was hooked from the moment my father put me on a sheep. I rode up until a few years ago. Never took a championship buckle, but I did have a couple years of being in the finals."