He nodded in deep respect at her greeting, and smiled. "O' course, m'lady." 1... 2... The seconds were ticking by and he hadn't looked! 4.. 5... oh, there it was. Just a fleeting glance, but a glance all the same. Still, he was young, and likely didn't really know what to do; all he'd get from the encounter was a chance to tell his friends he'd seen some real life tits. "I, uh... Yeah, sure. These sure are for the use of palace guests... We got a list, somewhere..."<br/><br/>He shouted out toward one of the other stableboys, his voice much louder and more confident when directed toward the other fellow. "Hey, Paul! Y'got the list of folk we're allowed to lend horses to? Can yeh check up a Janica? Uh... Lady Janica!" He corrected himself quickly, and... Well, incorrectly.<br/><br/>The other man - Paul, apparently - fumbled in his pockets and pulled out the folded, scrappy paper, before holding a pair of spectacles to his nose; the arms had fallen off, but they helped him a little. "J.. J.. J... " He mused to himself as he scanned the list. "Ja.. Ja... Jacius... Jacques... Jan- " His voice suddenly rose. "Yeah! We got 'er. She's good to take any of 'em what ain't from the royal stables."<br/><br/>Matt turned and smiled brightly. "There we are! You, uh, you want some help leading him in, tacking up and so on? We got ridin' wear, too, if you fancy it."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>