He doesn't need the hand, though for a moment he considers it. The contact could be fun. Then again, showing off could be fun. Detlef grins up at Farogil and lightly vaults up onto Marion's back, taking the hand after he lands before resting his other hand on the man's hip.

"We'll get you there," he says, warm and low. "However many lessons it takes. You've shown interest; you'll never be rid of me now."

Detlef clicks his tongue and the mare picks up her head. "Keep doing what you've been doing, unless your legs are starting to cramp." He's tempted to flirt about that too, but there's a line that does need to be drawn and he'll draw it there. "If they are, I can steer her for a bit and give you a packet of salts that will dissolve in hot water and help with the ache later."