"Ah, my dear lady, you are as -<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">down, boy!</span>- gracious as ever with -<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">heel!</span>- your -<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">heel!</span>- uh..." Kairon trailed off in mid-sentence as he grabbed his tail with both hands, throttling it in pantomime to stop it from lecherously going after Bryn - armor or not.<br/><br/>"Thanks," he finished lamely, clambering up onto the horse with some difficulty, one hand occupied with keeping his tail out of trouble. "Sorry about the, um, tail."