[He schools his expression at last, though the flicker of laughter never quite leaves his eyes. The ears may have ruined him for a moment, but Cantarella's poise steadies him again— if not entirely, then just enough.]

You're right. Even if the circumstances are... unusual, the moments themselves still count.

[He reaches for the bottle at his side, refilling the lone glass without a break in his stride. He then offers it to Cantarella, easy as anything, as if it weren't the glass he's been sipping from all evening. Alas, there is no second glass, but he can't deny a lady a drink, can he?]

They suit you, I'll admit. Horses have always struck me as strong and majestic creatures— though for all their bearing, they are gentle giants.