After excitement, you know." "Ain't you finding enough ?" "I've got two things ahead of me." "Well ?" "This trip, and when I come back I think making love to you would be more exciting than gun-plays." They regarded each other with bantering smiles.
"A tenderfoot like you make love to me?
That would be exciting, all right, if it wasn't so funny." "As for the competition," he said serenely, "that would be simply a good background." "Hate yourself, don't you, Bard ?" she grinned.
"The rest of these boys are all very well, but they don't see that what you want is the velvet touch." "What's that ?" She was as frankly curious as some boy hearing a new game described.
"You've only been loved in one way.

These rough-handed fellows come in and throw an arm around you and ask you to marry them; isn't that it?
What you really need, is an old, simple, but very effective method." Though her eyes were shining, she yawned.
"It don't interest me, Bard." "On the contrary, you're getting quite excited." "So does a horse before it gets ready to buck." "Exactly.

If I thought it would be easy I wouldn't be tempted." "Well, if you like fighting you've sure mapped out a nice sizeable quarrel with me, Bud." "Good.

I'm certainly coming back to Eldara.

Now about this method of mine--" "Throwing your cards on the table, eh?
What you got, Bard, a royal flush ?" "Right again.