"I don't think I'll tell you," he said playfully. "A man's got to have a few secrets."
Grinning sheepishly, he took a sip of his scotch before replying. "Well, a few of them may have been pushed to the front of the queue," he admitted, ducking his head. "But I promise it really is all legal and above board." He grinned, nodding in agreement. "I have a few horses with something of a magical bloodline, but they're no better or worse than the rest of the stable. They're all equally amazing." Except for MacHugh, but he rather thought he'd let Pansy make up her own mind about his stallion, if she ever came for a visit. He thought she would.
"I suppose I should have expected nothing less," he said, taking the last sip of his scotch. "And I should be used to that by now."