"He wasn't my type anyways," he mutters good-naturedly as he scrubs his fingers through his hair a couple of times until it falls back into its usual flop and not like it's been licked by a giant dog.

It's then that he notices Duncan eyeballing him, and Tommy gives him the eyeball right back.

"Oh, and what's that look supposed to mean, huh? I thought we were friends. Seriously, the pinto puts the moves on me once and suddenly I'm the talk of the stables, is that it? Pff! Unbelievable."

He turns to Kate, suddenly (desperately, pleadingly) serious. "By the way, this whole pinto thing goes no further than these fences."