Arys nodded, his show of solemnity hard won and if he was having to suppress bawdy jests now it would be worth it in the long run. He didn’t want to scare the sweet young thing off, not until he had at least confirmed she was as shapely she appeared to be in that travelling garb. “Such a judge of character,” he praised, “I’m often in need of indulgement and I shall remember your kind offer.”
He reached down and took her reins from her in the guise of being helpful. This forced her horse to trot even closer along side him and if their legs brushed against each other, well what was that. unavoidable. The horse was no more pleased with him than her – but he wagered that he had a firmer hand. “Now what is the problem here,” he wonders out lord. “A difficult mount?” he asked brown eyes wide and innocent, “or an inexperienced rider?