He glowers at her from atop the horse, trying very hard to resist the temptation to just let go of the reins and hang on to the saddle.

'Say's you.'

Her opinion doesn't count. If you're practically born in the saddle, you can't remember what it feels like to be new at this, he's sure of it. (He's definitely going to remember that remark when it comes to getting her behind the wheel of a car.)

'Alrigh', wha's next? Is this where I get off?'

He's absolutely half-hoping she'll say yes, despite having said something about going out on the trail. Of course, if she does say yes, he'll bitch and moan about it until the end of time but at least then it won't be him that asked to stop.