He turns to her with an eyebrow lifting and a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth, while Lineave nudges at the cupped palm of his hand with her soft nose, looking to see if he'd brought her any treats.

"Is there much proof of that required?" It's a little bit of a tease, and he nearly ends it with her name, but they've met so few times that calling her Marian rather than by a title might seem rude, if not unforgiveably forward.

It's followed with a nod, and he steps away. "Aye. Which horse ought I to take? And if you'll show me where the tack is...?"