"They are - you've got an eye. I won't deny you that. I will write them." He drew his attention away from his prospects, as she'd called them, and gave it to her, his good mood quite preserved despite the obstacles it had had to navigate. He had not been mad. "Have you? And you were going to hold out on me, I suppose, and let me flail around in the dark looking for someone suitable?" After everything she'd just told him about, he wasn't inclined to let her off the hook. "Anyone in particular, or are you going to be coy?"