"That would be terribly kind of you, My Lord. What fees do you charge for stabling?" Aimé question, glancing over his shoulder back at Lord Hurst and then down at the hand. He smiled, the look one certainly of encouragement and then turned his gaze back to the horse.
"Irish Hunters? Lord Hurst, you do out do yourself, I am sure. How can one man find himself with such a fine collection?" He paused, pondering if he should give more of an invitation to the man. "Is that all I am here for, my Lord?"