Encantador nods his head as Razvan replies, but does not look at him. His expression is firm, thoughtful, his eyes pointing somewhere off to the left. He is grateful, nonetheless, that his gamma has been truthful, for many in the same position might have lied and professed undying loyalty even if they secretly felt otherwise.

He does not interrupt Razvan's speech, however, instead allowing him to finish completely before he finally shifts his weight and sighs, preparing to speak his thoughts.

"I agree, Razvan, I agree... and I think maybe another conversation with Debonaire is in order." He looks up, his brown eyes seeking the honey-colored ones of the roan stallion. He parts his lips as if to say something else, hesitates, then seems to decide better of it. "All in good time, of course," is what he finally settles on, and lifts his head to stand in a more confident manner. "I'll get in touch with the man soon. Perhaps he would humor us with another visit."

It is clear he wants to turn the conversation in a different direction, then, when he suddenly flicks his tail as though clearing the air of such troublesome thoughts. "But anyway, I'd been meaning to ask - how are your girls? Settling in, I hope? And Alexa, is she all right? When I met her she... took a tumble and hurt her leg."

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