That was a mite tacky, ma'am ... even for you.Elizabeth let her mouth fall open. What's that supposed to mean?It just means that people with --He stared pointedly-- your upbringing aren't usually the most polite folks around. ...Listen Ranslett, if I've offended you I certainly didn't mean t--Sure you did. You just meant to do it in a way that would make yourself look bad. He turned to look at her more fully, and his eyes narrowed, though not in malice.When you’ve got something to say that isn’t kind, Miss Westbrook, there’s no way to couch it so that it is. Or to hide from how it makes you look when you do. That’s something us good ol’ Southern boys learn real quick about women. His accent thickened, comically so. Your gender may say things with a smile, all soft and gentle-like, but some of you --- granted, not all --- have a dagger hidden in your skirts. Us country boys may not be as quick as some, ma’am, but it doesn’t take us too long to figure out who those woman are. He winked at her. We just check each other’s backs for the bloodstains. He stood and reached behind him as though feeling for something. Yep, feelin’ a little sticky back there.