Great, More Distractions - Private

Greer seemed in a more temperate mood when she wandered back over to Delvin for the night, and for that he was relieved. He didn't know how many more surprise affections he could handle before things became odd. The bay had to assume it was just the mare's way; use your perceived feelings or intentions to your advantage, play on other's emotions, that sort of guise. Or maybe it was just a loner thing; he couldn't be sure. Either way, he couldn't be bothered with things of that nature. Mind games, manipulation, and the like were never weapons in his armory. All he had were blunt opinions, matter-of-factly delivered pieces of advice, and occasionally grunts and huffs if he wasn't in the mood to deal with words. And his hooves and teeth. He used those a fair bit as well.

He let the mare lean against his flank, as she'd been doing for the past nights. He thought nothing of it at this point, though it was rather uncomfortable the first night. Delvin supposed that perhaps he should interact with the herd a bit more, just so he didn't become some socially-awkward old man before he even realized it'd happened.