March can't help the grin that spreads across his face, mostly because he knows exactly what Wynonna's doing and is perfectly content on following along. He's fishing out a toothpick from his breast pocket, making a show about hemming and hawwing.

"I might know a guy. He's pretty cool." He glances over, slipping the toothpick in his mouth, rising his brows.

"Attractive, too."