"Oh, I definitely understand," he replied, shrugging a little bit, "I frequently make liberal use of some choice words. In fact, some of my favorite phrases include obscenities. I'm Scottish," He purposefully tacked on the last bit as if that excused him from such behavior.
He peered a bit closer at her, taking a good look at the beginnings of the bruise, "Aye, you'll have a shiner. But you can always make up a fantastic story as to how it happened. I swear I won't tell anyone the truth," he jested, a grin quirking his lips. He hadn't really been around many people lately, so it was nice to just chat, especially with someone that he knew he was going to get along with.
Not to mention...he still wasn't entirely certain what had possessed him to send her that huge bouquet of roses. Kirley didn't usually do such things. Emma Dobbs had his curiosity.