"…Yeah, I didn't buy that one myself"
Jack cocked an eyebrow. "Un prétendant ?" a suitor ? he asked with some sort of a smile. His voice whispered as he did not feel the need to really get louder just yet. The scarf was still tight around his neck. He had almost finished his mending journey from the attack on him. It all felt still tender while his body asked for rest and he did not allow it. "Or maybe that is not something ...how do you say... trendy? "
Old traditions he knew, these new one or even her American name, he did not bother with. He had been courted and captured, centuries ago at this point. It had elevated his station.
Slowly he approached the animal. "It is quite the beauty." The jet black horse was looking at him, like a prey a predator. Judging if it should flee or not. Jack put his hand out slowly. This had been his job, a long time ago. "Tout doux mon beau..." easy there beautiful , he whispered as he let the animal nudge him. Jack caressed his neck with a slow deliberate motion. "Mh...he wonders what you will do with him."
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