An appraisal, but not a leer. He'd made no lewd suggestions to her, simply joked in a less than subtle way. His smile was sheepish, a touch self-degrading. A blush lit his cheeks as he looked down at the road before them rather than meet her gaze.
"Not chosen for you?" He asked. On this topic, at least, he felt confident. "I know mine was chosen for me. But. Maybe it's different across cultures. Maybe you make your own destiny? It's a romantic thought, at least. I know everyone has different views on this stuff."