[Each gentle brush of his skin against her has her heart beating harder, her thoughts drifting back and forth from the present to a very real dream she had, and she swallows back any anxiety or excitement it might bring inside her chest. It's not going to be like that, and she hasn't even decided if that wasn't just some weird concoction of her mind. It wasn't real, and that's all there was to it.

Besides, he has a girlfriend...thing. Also, thinking about this at all was wrong.

And then they're suddenly in the hallway and he's pacing himself ahead of her, and she hopes to god that her cheeks aren't red.

Her steps are quick as she follows after him, keeping up with his long strides at a human pace.]

Are you asking if I've taken lessons? Or if I can keep myself in a saddle without falling off?

[So...technically no.]

I've done it before, at least. A couple times. At a brisk walk.