He was right, he did check off everything in her fool checklist. But at least he was admitting it. "You have to know not every girl is impressed with brawn and might alone. Are you ok or do still need me to call someone?" Bree sat next to him, she gave a faint smile, he had called her pretty, something she didn't hear often. Her hands went to his bruised one once again, gently touching it. "Does it still hurt?," she asked quietly.