He watches her tie the knot and explain it. When she hands him the brush, she'll no doubt see his look of supreme unimpressed-ness.

'If you'd just called it a quick-release knot, like it is...'

Never mind.

He brushes the horse. It's straightforward enough, though he stops every now and again to pull hair out of it with a frown.

'Hairy bastard, ain't he? An' he smells. D'they all smell like tha'?'