"Oh all right, I suppose, if you insist," he says, dodging the attempt by the mare to start slobbering all over him. Farogil's interested, there's no reason to be an actual mess as well as a joke mess in front of the guy. Detlef stands pushes himself up by using the ground since he doesn't have a convenient leg of someone else to use.

"I can hardly disappoint a customer, or a horse who would like to see the outdoors more." There's a short beat as he straightens the saddle, before he realizes his words might sound odd. "I don't keep her trapped inside, or any of them, but every horse likes being out of the paddock more than one person can manage. You should come down and ride often."

And that statement is delivered in the most innocent tone, with a completely straight face, before he's kneeling next to Marion and lacing his fingers together. "Need a boost?"