Teaching wasn't necessarily Loras' strong suit. It was an issue of patience, a virtue Loras wasn't especially known for. Renly had even taught him a thing or two, at least in his dreams he had, but now it seemed the knight would teach the king, albeit for much different reasons.
Loras rolled his eyes. "No, My Lord," he said with a flourishing bow. "It would be with a mare," he continued as he straightened again. He took stance. "A mare in heat, mind." He advanced forward, slowly, keeping his gaze on Renly. "So that your steed would become distracted and possibly even throw you."