So intent as he was upon saddling the horses that he hadn't realized she had arrived for several minutes. His hands move as if they are accustomed to such endeavors, ensuring that the buckles are good at tight, reigns properly placed so as to cause the creatures minimal discomfort. Yes, he has done this many times over as they had had several horses in Lebarre. His mother had loved to ride and had taught her sons well.
He's paused to smooth his gloved palm over the side of one of the horses head when he notices that she's there. His eyes smile first, filling with a certain spark that occurs when she's near. And his lips quickly follow suit to mimic the emotion with a small grin as she approaches him. Her kisses are mirrored and Jean-Luc revels in the propriety of it all. He does enjoy such things as he is a sentimental man by nature and his mother had taken great pains to make sure that he and Robert knew of and maintained a certain amount of etiquette while still allowing them to be young boys.
"I did promise you that I would. And I am nothing if not a man of my word." He replies. "As it is, my invitation could be considered purely selfish on my part given the manner of company I'm in."