Ernesto grinned at Selenium’s comment, quite happy to play along with the joke. He was not too proud to make fun of himself as one of those stallions who were ‘all talk’, regardless of whether it was true or not.

“Not at all, mi querido,” he replied, his lips curled mischievously. “But if it’s a manhandling you’re after you need only say the word.”

He tossed his head, the dirty silver locks slipping across his face and neck, his body language still relaxed despite the way his companion drew herself up to her full size. He had no intention of getting physical with her – well, violence wasn’t on his mind at least. Instead, he tilted his head at her in interest as she continued to speak.

“I’ve heard the name, but I haven’t been here long – can’t say I know anything about it. But I like your style, it’s good to move around and explore new places, that’s what I’ve always done.” He paused, listening to her description of Tinuvel as dangerous and hostile.

Her tone had grown serious and sombre. Ernesto didn’t like the mood that seemed to be seeping in, and so as usual he did his best to try and lighten it a little.

“Takes a strong woman to live there, I suppose,” he said, bobbing his head. “Certainly no coward indeed.”

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