His wits were returning to him a bit and he realizes how lurking across the river might not be as casual as he had originally thought. Luckily for him just when he was feeling awkward the eloquent speckled one steps, or stumbles, over to leer down at him. Even her leering was quite attractive, he ponders. His teal eyes slide over to meet her gaze and they seem to smirk as brightly as his coal lips, truly. “Am I?” He chuckles, looking down at the water tumbling over her legs and under his belly. “Wouldya look at that…” He feigns surprise with a mischievous grin, falling over onto his side into a half roll and coming back up to sit on his haunches like an old hound. His mane clings to the tensed curves in his neck, sopping with river-water that trickles back down his chest and fore-legs.

When the other two pipe up they only get perked ears from him, but truly he doesn’t really hear them and moves his eyes back to the spotted mare. He steals a quick look up and down her body, he isn’t subtle but he isn’t too lewd either, only directly observant (or so he feels). He rises to all fours now and shakes. Make it rain.

“Chemdog.” He turns his head to tip his forelock away, bearing a single teal eye to watch her. “And your name?” He speaks just above the sound of rushing water, but not enough to break out of it, probably masking what he says from anyone else’s ears but Brackin’s.