He smirked, before rubbing her right between her shoulder blades, and then shouldering the saddle. "Promises, promises. Did Flute not tell you that you are her pet now? And she is loathe to let anything, or one, go for any reason. Even dying isn't acceptable for her."<br/><br/>He started back toward the workshop, he needed to make a couple minor adjustments to the saddle, then they could get something to eat, and then fuck for a while.