That gets a bit of a pause. Integra looks at him for a moment like she's not sure why he asked, but then it's gone, and she's stepping forward to undo her horse's girdle and untack him so the whole affair doesn't end up making the animal anxious from discomfort. "My horse," she says, a shrug in her voice.

Professional as she may be, there's not exactly a vibrant sense of whimsical fun emanating from Integra. She hauls the leather saddle and bags off The Horse's back with ease, apparently unbothered by the weight, and plunks it down over the railing. "He might balk a bit but it's just bluster." Her tone is conversational; she doesn't genuinely believe this man would be afraid of a horse even if it was aggressive, but it would be rude not to mention it.