"Oh, I know you don't need me looking out for you, Emma. I know that. You're smart and strong and independent, and I'm sure you could live the rest of your life without anyone ever looking after you. It was one of the things that attracted me to you, you know. I like a girl who can take care of herself; who doesn't need a lover to make her complete. I like a woman who can demand respect while wearing a cute red jacket. I like a woman willing go stand up for the things that matter. And you're all that."
He paused, surprised he had said so much. But it was all true and he wasn't about to take a word of if back.
"So, yes. I know you can take care of yourself. But why would you want to? Isn't if a lonely life?"