Brave vs. Cunning

Someone called me brave. It’s happened before. But it always gums up my head when someone says something like that to me.
Me: Do you think I’m brave?
Austin, I can tell by the look on his face, it’s like I’ve asked him if the dress makes me look fat.
Austin, finally: In some ways. I think you’re brave when it comes to things like buying your own house. Like voicing your opinion. I don’t think you’re dragon warrior brave. I mean, I save the world all the time. You could never do that.
Me, rolls eyes.
Austin: Like skydiving.
Me: I’d never skydive. I have a brain. All kinds of things could go wrong and get you killed going skydiving.
Austin: That’s what I mean. I think you’re too smart to be truly brave. I think you’re cunning.
Me, startled.
Austin: Like with money. You’re cunning with money.
Me: I don’t think I’m cunning with money. Cunning is kind of evil and underhanded.
Austin: I could see how you’d see that. But cunning is just really sharp, really smart.
So I looked it up. Cunning: Achieving one’s goals or acquiring one’s desires by deceit or evasion.
Austin: Oh. Then, no. You’re not cunning with money. You’re cunning with husbands.