"Thank you for not pulling me in. I don't think everyone's ready for my wet boxers look." Charlie smiled at his partner, having kept his voice low for just her. He tilted his head in Jo's direction. "I don't want to scare her off before yet. Though she didn't seem to mind the statement of fact that I will bring Hell down on her head with all my wrath and power as a police detective."
He sat down, not caring that his pants might get wet. Instead he started working his shoes and socks off. He could dangle his feet with the best of them. He could also nudge Jennifer's side with his bare foot once it was underwater.
"It probably isn't. Always wondered who came up with that one. Though the apple a day is keeping the doctor away. I think someone should take the horse outside for a ride and apple picking." He looked at back at the house and the horse staring at them through the glass.
"He's a house horse, but I don't think he should be a house horse. He may be necessary should we ever need to make our escape by horseback." Charlie smiled absently thinking of such a thing. When could they possibly need a daring horseback escape? It didn't matter; he liked the mental image all the same.