Come down and ride often? Faro's grin turns into pursed lips and he gives an empahtic nod in an attempt to play innocent, like he again missed the innuendo. As Detlef kneels, Faro sets his toes on the stirrup and gets a good grip on the saddle in preparation for hoisting himself up. He kinda bounces a few times, testing if he's strong enough to smoothly hop and decides, no, not yet.

"Yes." Maybe he'll practice taking big steps on his stairs so that next time he can do it on his own.

It's a lot easier with Detlef's help, although landing in the saddle is still an uncomfortable thud. Faro gets settled, gathers the reins, then offers a hand to help his tutor up.