Slade looked at her anew in the moments before she grabbed him. Confusion moved behind his eyes, but also a sense of interest. In addition to her beauty, this woman was...intriguing. And if he was honest with himself, perhaps a little frightening. It seemed odd to feel even the slightest twinge of concern over this newcomer; he was fairly certain he could lift five of her without breaking a sweat. But she moved with an easy confidence and casual fearlessness that did nothing to diminish the intensity she projected.
"You look like a dream. You talk like a nightmare," said Slade softly, and for the first time since turning up in the saloon, his lips twitched into a smile. "I'm gonna do what I always do. I'm gonna do what I want." He held the wrist of the hand that gripped his chin. "Who are you? Besides a nightmare wrapped in a dream?"