Valentine flicked an ear as Celsa spoke. She could say what she liked, he did not care. The experienced stallion knew better than to be tempted in action by one ride mare. He already had two mares, so he also did know what she was talking about, he could keep mares just fine. I'm sorry, did you want me to snake you? He whinnied with a slightly sarcastic tone after the mare before turning to look at Winter. Winter, that is a pretty name. I am Misplaced Devotion, but you can call me Valentine. He responded in a friendly tone, honestly. This was not some way to court her into the herd, this was just his opinion.