A glance at her saddle unfortunately prevents Arys dismounting there and then to make a grand gesture, he is limited to easy agreement. "It would be a fitting solution," his grip on the reins tightens a little as the horse missteps - less clean on the notion. "I would consider it my duty to a new friend to break him as she should have been - so that he might be more acceptable to a lady."
He noticed the glance and the fact that it was not the first made him smile - it was easy enough to look at her all he wanted for she was always casting her gaze downwards. "Do I have something on my tunic?" he teased, glancing down at the blue velvet, "do tell me if I am unfit for a ladies presence, I had not prepared for a stay in the Kingswood." He knew better of course, he might be slightly rumpled.
"My sister and cousin await me at court," he advised, "if they can find time for me, but the bloody bed claimed my lady wife and I could not part my widowed lady mother from my children when they are her only comfort for her grief so I'm all alone." Despite his train of knights and servants and merry attitude, he affected a stoic yet wounded look and caught her gaze deliberately. "But I have my duty and court called - a lord can be alone but what of you? No fierce Dornish brothers to guard your lovely person?"