Gin's brows furrowed as she tried to understand that response. "Okay, I have to preface with the fact I don't see that happening - nobody bidding you. Hell, I'd bid on you," she said and she meant it. "But if that did happen... you'd be willing to just stand there so the guys would feel bad and bid in the future?" Her tone wasn't condescending or reprimanding. It was something more like awe because she wasn't sure she knew anyone willing to take a bullet for a cause other than survival. "That's really noble of you."