Isobel blushed even brighter. She was certain he referred to the temperament of the horse and not any other sort of riding or experience but she couldn't help but think of the bawdy talk she'd heard on the road from the Dalt boys about riding women and thought perhaps, just perhaps, this might have something to do with that.
"I don't know, milord. He seems ill-tempered and I'm not entirely experienced..." she hedged, not wanting to seem forward. "He seems to do a touch better beneath your hand, however."