Sloshed grin of the well tipsy, exceptionally chuffed indeed shifted none too subtly towards specimen in question. Whereas his darling man possessed all the finesse and slyness of a well-groomed savannah cat, when it came to executing a kill - Jon was all wolf. Filial sigil stamped in patent leathers of white and grey, he might hunt downwind but once unsuspecting victim wandered through his territory there was no mistaking hairs stood on end were caused by anything other than a pair of moonshine eyes peering through the brush. Didn’t matter that chosen target possessed both thigh and shin muscles rival to all powerful buck of the forest; could leap-dart-dodge flannel caps and shotgun discharge aimed for the heart, but catch Jon’s attention and there was nowhere to hide. Robb, of all people, could attest to that fact.
Gaze now honed on succulent prey, Jon devoured familiar, sugary eye candy like another sort of sweetie altogether.
"That's Khal Drogo."
Peregrine nom de guerre practically slipped off English pallet as sharp incisors turned lips and tongue into prime snackage, a naughty habit picked up from better half after months of close observation. Osmosis natural as learning to finish one another's sentences, or - for this particular couple - anticipating which tune the other currently hummed, a private soundtrack to their lives worthy of Dolby Digital playback. They were mind-melding like that more and more often, it seemed, recognition of which spurred gentle squeeze to lover’s knee.
"His proper name is Bharbo Khal Drogo, but the clubs just referred to him as The Great Rider.”
Few guesses why professional thoroughbred had earned unique moniker were completely unnecessary once a person took even half a minute to observe the stud. Slice of prime beef physique rivaled the four-legged beasts mounted on the polo pitch. From fancy boots to tip of pith-shaped helmet not a speck of him was wasted on the eye; every muscle, every long limb and feature worked and brushed to a lather worthy of Triple Crown.
"I’ve fancied him for years. Brilliant athlete. Pity he's straight. Oh! And, as rumour tells, Drogo’s never been unhorsed, something of an enigma."