“And lo and behold, I find out my dear ami Handy already knows how to have a good time, with six beautiful mares strutting out of his home no less.” Handy’s mouth was agape as he tried to word a response to that. Jacques put up his hoof up to stop him. “Say no more, mon frere, I see you are a stallion who likes to keep to himself, and I can respect that. Maybe all that talk about feigned righteous and restraint was to keep up appearances. Say no more, I know the power of a good reputation—I shall say nothing. I’m just so happy you could see things my way eventually, and fine taste I must say.” 