The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[The Iron Bull]

He smiles at her then, broad and honest and grateful. "Thank'ya for the help, Miss Lady." A pause and he rubs the back of his head with his free hand, the other being mouthed by Jasper inquiringly. "Uh. Lady Miss?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"You will address me as, Lady Coquette. Or as, my lady." 

[The Iron Bull]

Bull's eyebrows shoot up. "Umm, that's, uh, well, you're... very pretty but ain't that real fast?" he responds rapidly, looking  flustered, if not a little flattered. And possibly interested?

[Coquette Blacquin]

She sniffs. "Whatever you're thinking, cease at once. It is only proper to regard the lady of the house wherein you are employed as 'my lady'."

[The Iron Bull]

"Uh, what?" Bull gapes at her. "But uh, isn't 'mi'lady' what-- well, isn't that-- Umm. You know," he mumbles, the skin around his throat flushing. His cheeks might be as well, but its only the fur on the curve of his throat that's light enough to see it.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"You have much to learn, I see. Hopefully Housekeeper has time to train you properly."

[The Iron Bull]

Bull opens his mouth to protest, then lets it hang for a long moment. "Yeah, that's fair," he finally agrees, nodding. 'Mi'lady' is totally what the whores were called by their clients. Guess that's not an always thing? "Uh, hope I didn't break anything too badly? Anythings being not real things. Sorry, I mean, I hope I didn't ffffffff-" His eyes widen as he drags the beginning of the curse all awkwardly, "Ffffummmble? Fumble this talking too bad?" He offers another smile, this one hopeful. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

"You have good instincts," she notes. "Hopefully you can pick up what you need to know quickly."

That said, the conversation appears to be over; she gives him a small nod of farewell and turns to depart. 

[The Iron Bull]

"Thank you Lady Cooket," he calls after her quickly. "I'll be sure ta speak to Miss Susan right quick after work." 

Volume dropping, he pats Jasper on the neck. "But for right now, howsabouts we get you settled in, yeah? Good rub-down, a light snack, then I'll see about getting your gut all tidy."  There's a soft wicker from the horse, then a booming laugh from the imisy minotaur. "Really Jassy? The old 'step on my foot until I give ya the apple' trick? Bucko, you're two hundred pounds too short for that to work on my hooves."

[Coquette Blacquin]

This of course was only the beginning; it was far from the last he saw of her. Several times over the next week he catches her watching him work, especially when he's exercising the horse. Surely she has better things to do, and yet... here she is, watching him. 

It tapers off for a little after the Mistress comes back, when he's introduced to the two new husbands she brought home with her. But soon enough, she's watching him again, sitting on the fence watching him exercise the horse once more. 

[The Iron Bull]

"Heyo Jassy," Bull croons, lowering to one knee and holding out his hand. The gelding shys away from him, but not far. Jasper is clearly spooked this morning, anxiously sidestepping and tossing his head frequently. It's not in regards to The Iron Bull, at least as far as Coquette can tell, as the horse is slowly warming to him. "Come on, Jassy, it's alright. Safe now, yeah? Bet you're hungry too and I gots a whole satchel full of treats." Jasper whinnies softly, head tossing, but he also shuffles just a little closer to the groom. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

He's so gentle, Cindy thinks, leaning on the fence to watch him work. And so direct. If he had to do something distasteful, he'd tell you point blank he was going to do it. So different than the twins. And, to be honest, less... terrifying. The twins were beautiful, in their own way, and elegant, and also the idea of being married to two men scared the shit out of her. She'd have to develop a relationship with them, a sex life, get pregnant. Compared to all that, watching a handsome shirtless minotaur-man cosset her favorite (only) horse was simplicity itself. 

[The Iron Bull]

It takes the almost but not quite of-age male nearly five minutes to coax Jasper close enough to start feeding him lumps of rock sugar, apple slices and pink flowers of some kind. The horse calms much more rapidly at that point, eventually feeling safe enough that Jasper actually rests his head on Bull's shoulder while the imisy minotaur strokes his neck in slow, repetitive movements. "Better now, yeah?" he rumbles, the sound almost a purr in how it reverberates in his chest. "Just you and me, away from that mean nasty devil bitch. Nice and safe."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Nasty devil... bitch? They can't mean Lux, so they must be speaking of... "She hurt my horse?" asks Cedric, in a low, dangerous voice. 

[The Iron Bull]

Bull jumps a little, which gets a protesting huff and a brief baring of teeth from Jasper as he dances backwards. "Sorry, sorry, didn't mean to shoulder check you, buddy," Bull says soothingly, even as he glances over his shoulder at-- where the fuck did she come from? How long she been there? "S'all good, Jassy, all good. Uh. Sugar lump?" He's scolded with another head toss and prance, but the bribe is accepted, freeing Bull from his concern enough to toss a, "beg pardon, Lady, you need something?"