He grunts in response. Not rudely, just in acknowledgement. Yes, Phaedrus may be able to begin enjoying the company of this creature.
When rules are brought up along with caution he replies with a "Yes, of course. Its going to be a while before the kingdoms can return to the trusts they once held with one another."
This would be the reason why he always held his judgement back until getting to know one better. While he still needed to get over the intial shock of the steed, he could see where this one could provide to be a good friend. Blunt, that was the word for him. Very informatively blunt. He smiled at this thought. He had never quite seen the two catigories placed together before. And the one representing them couldn't be a better pick. Though the smile comes at the right time for something about his name and Plato is mentioned.
He didn't know much, so just the smile, and the stallion continues in providing more information. With a gentle bob of his head in gratitude he steps across the border. "Thank you I would like that very much." He could easily say that he enjoyed the company of this creature. He wasn't pressured to talk, he could just meander and listen. Which he liked doing anyways. Everything the stallion had said before was filed away to look back over at a later date. Not providing that he knew of anything that was being talked about though. "I didn't know of the Gates, but I was under the impression that the magical eliments could not be damaged. I thought they were what provided the kingdoms with their borders." As they walk he looks down cautious not to trip before looking back to his side at Weir.
Phaedrus
Can you hear the melody