Duncan poking around his crotch isn't exactly the greeting Tommy was expecting.

"Jeezus, hey, stop that!"

Stepping backwards only makes Duncan probe further, even taking a tentative nibble at his belt.

"Okay, c'mon, ain't nothin' of interest down there." Tommy takes hold of the bridle and urges Duncan's head up, trying to distract him by stroking him along his nose and under his chin.

"Listen," he says firmly, looking Duncan in the eye as the horse's ears just happen to swivel forward, "don't be indecent. Also, sorry for bein' an idiot when I tried to climb off of you, but jeez, you didn't hafta go walking away like that either, fer Chrissakes. Okay? Okay." He gives him a pat on the cheek.

Duncan's probably never been talked at so much by a New Yorker.

Tommy turns to Kate with a nod. "I think we're good."