He grinned broadly at her praise. Alexander took great pride in his horses and he loved them greatly; it only served to stroke his ego when someone told him how wonderful they were. Turning as Aria held out her hand to Nerezza he chuckled.<span style="color: #BF0000">"can you touch <span style="font-style: italic">her</span>? Yes, just don't move too quickly and let her touch you rather than the other way around. She may be less... mean... than Reaper but she looks highly upon herself. Give her praise and treat her as royalty and she will be your best friend."</span><br/><br/>He scratched the russet horse under her mouth,<span style="color: #BF0000">"Isn't that right, my lovely?"</span>Xander flashed a smile as the horse made a soft whinny in response. Nerezza leaned forward to sniff at the hand Aria had offered before lightly nudging it with her nose, her lips brushing the palm as though searching for food. Noticing this Alexander peered around, leaning on the stalls to peer inside. Then he turned to Aria and tilted his head, hair falling across his face haphazardly,<span style="color: #BF0000">"Do you know where the bags I had strapped to Nerezza would be?"</span>