[ She doesn't blush, but he'll know it wasn't intentional based on the little flick of her eyes toward him and the hint of movement around her mouth. Even though the instructions were given in earnest, the roll of her eyes says she wasn't entirely unaware of how it had come out, and she cocks a brow at him just a little too quickly. ]

Imagine is right, [ She replies, amusement flaring warm with the uneven curl of her smile and the teasingly skeptical angle of her brows. ] Even if I could teach you that you'd never have the patience for it.

[ She flicks a stray bit of grass from her mount's mane at him, and shakes her head. ] I'm serious, that's actually how you do it! You'll be less sore later. [ A sigh, long-suffering. ] There really is no way around the innuendo, is there?