I have a mare; and we have a five-year-old mare with a colt, a four year-old filly, and a two-year-old filly... oh, and my mare is going to foal again in January.
That pleased smile was on his lips again and his eyes held a glint of humor.
Once again he lowered his head, but this time his lips lingered on hers, searching for a response.
"So, shut the door," he said, his voice strained, and drew her into his arms, seeking her lips again in a hungry way.
They danced for a few minutes in comfortable silence, and finally he spoke again.