He stands up a little straighter when it's obvious the young woman is talking to him and not the animal any longer.

"I beg your pardon?" He hadn't exactly been watching her, or paying attention. Peering from her to the hart, he still can't figure out what she might be referring to, "And what've you done that you think might garner Master Dennit's ire... aside from stepping foot into the stables that is?"

He'd barely been back a few days and had next to nothing to do with the animals and already had managed to get yelled at twice by the old man.