Unable to resist she stuck her tongue out at him, playfully. "It's what I see in them, not what you see out of them. But you might be right about the one that isn't yours, I'm pretty sure I saw it undressing me earlier in the park." Normally she would have playfully lifted her nose and tossed her hair, but she found herself unable to look away from him. "They were very sad eyes before New Years. Then after they were a little less so. Now they seem almost joyful." She explained farther. "A one of the best trainers that I had ever had was blind. Have I told you? I don't think he could even see light and shadow. But I knew I had done something wrong by just the way he would look at me. Like he had seen what I had done." He had been who she had learned to move with silence from.
Marian stopped her fingers and moved them up to his shirt sleeve when he looked down at glanced down at her hand. She didn't want to make him uncomfortable, that hadn't been her intention. "Yes, I do trust you. I also trust him more than I do other horses. He will not throw you, no matter what he hears. And where most horses will rear and make their fright vocal, he'll remain still and quiet, the only way you can tell his fright is by his eyes." She glanced down at where her hand settled on his arm again. "Do you want me to stop? Am I making you uncomfortable?"
She could feel her heart in her throat again, when he leaned closer. Naturally she inclined her head. Oh she would have begged for it. Almost had on several occasions. And envisioned it more times than she had admitted to. But here he was, no vision, no imaginative vision. Her gaze dropped to his mouth for just a moment. And she let herself have that moment of weakness. "Please?" Not a beg really. Just, an softly whispered question.