The thud of Detlef's feet startles him right as he goes to pet the horse's nose, making the both of them flinch. Farogil shoots him a smile- and catches him eyeing up his legs; he knew that it was a good idea to wear his parti-color hose instead of his boring solid ones.

Faro answers with a nod while he rubs along the mare's jaw the way he's learned she likes. After a moment, he suggests, "Mary?"

As if Detlef knows and Faro's just guessing.