Clover's heart beat slightly faster, her presence seemed to excite him, also agitate him a little. This was the mare he was masturbating to a few moments ago, and looking at her again only resurfaced what he was trying to repress at the moment. He strolled around the front of the room, searched under the doorway and under a few tables, but found no luck. At least it looked like he was trying. Sighing, he peered over to see how Mrs. Cake was doing.