with a condition, yes

"Look, don't mind him," you insist, taking Cassie's arm and starting to lead her away. "We don't have to stoop to that kind of level. You're a lover, not a pokemon."

"Really now?" the other owner says skeptically. "Love your windup toy that much, then how about this? Your doll outdoes Scarlet here, and you can have her. Long as you want."

That strikes a chord with you. Not because she's fairly attractive, a lean and lovely collie girl. Not because you're confident that Cassie can win either. Or because Scarlet's expression seems very interested in the idea of you having her.

It's that same thing you'd just mentioned. He was offering her like a poker chip, not a partner. A bet was one thing, but this was too much for you to bear. You felt obligated to rescue Scarlet like this, and Cassie was clearly more than willing to do it.

"You're on," you say. "Let's do this."