Emma found Pedro delightful.  He was funny, which most of the men weren't, and he wasn't all over her....he seemed to like to take in the view of her first.  She rather liked that.  But when he stood up showing his.....enchilada....she couldn't help it, she burst out laughing.  Quickly standing, she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close.  "There's nothing small about you, Pedro."<br/><br/>He was ready to go upstairs, letting him go, she just shook her head when he put on his sombrero and grabbed his gun.  When he asked her to lead the way,  Emma tweaked his nose and said, "Pedro, you are just so cute!  And a gentleman too.  Just wait until I get you upstairs."  Grabbing her dress and shoes, she lead the way upstairs and into her room.<br/><br/>It was one of the largest rooms in the house, and she paid dearly for it.  But she liked the space.  She had an iron bed and the prettiest, frilly curtains and bedspread money could buy.  She even had sent all the way to New York for real satin sheets.  A carpet graced the floor and a beautiful oil lamp rested on the night stand.  Taking Pedro's hand, she took his hat from him and placed it on top of the dresser, "Do you want your gun by the bed or would you like it in the corner over there?"  She asked pointing to the corner.  Looking back, she let her hand stroke his arm, "It might get in our way, darlin."