Her smile remained, soft, careless and she shrugged, reaching to brush some hair from Mark's face. "Don't rightly care what my Daddy thinks of you, Mark. Man, woman, you're still you, it's you I fell in love with, not your genitals." She smirked a little, leaning to whisperas if someone would overhear. "Though both ways, they are mighty nice indeed." She couldn't stifle a giggle at her own behvior, reaching for one of her hands, threading her fingers in. "No matter whatcha look like, being permanently stuck with you is m decision, not his. He don't got a problem with you and if he had one, he'd have to suck it up eventually."