Well, hell. He can't be mad at that face.

Doc pulls up the reins as they head back into the stables and just resists the urge to smirk.

"Careful, now. Wouldn't do to let him get fat," he drawls, before he moves to dismount and tie the lead off to a rail. His whole body is humming with the adrenaline from the ride, as he moves to run his hands over Lionheart's neck, praising him for cooperating so well.