“That tends to happen when you work with animals all day and don’t have powers to aid in your work.” Giving a small laugh he shrugged before pulling his hair back over his shoulder. “I wouldn’t mind it though if we could find a good time, new experiences would be nice after oh… Shit 110 years give or take?”

As soon as the soft cream colored robes split open and dropped the cowboy could feel his heart in his throat. Sure yes he prefered men and masculine bodies, but the thoughts that came to mind were far from sexual as he watched the fabric drop and the being saunter into the water. The hands that sculpted their form had taken their time and created something that had him starstruck. There were no words, just the parting of his lips as they descended. As the blush flooded his cheeks once more, spreading to the tip of his nose and out to the tips of ears, he cleared his throat and offered a hand.

“You’ll have to forgive me, I seemed to have left my manners with my clothes.” Jeremiah chuckled as he walked back a little ways, sinking himself deeper into the water once more but not going too far. “You’re um… you’re real pretty today if you don’t mind the compliment. Not that you ain’t every day-“

Scratching the back of his neck, his tail immediately went to wrap down his leg.

“Right heh, mind the fish they can get a little nippy sometimes. Seems they have gotten used to having someone in the water with them now and then.”

Oh that was amusing to the cowboy. She really well and truly didn’t know and as the realization hit her he couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped him. Not everyone was so lucky to learn this before it became an awkward situation, or they found themselves being flirted with by a ghoul.

“Well, some yes. Depends on the ghoul, how experienced they are, how active they are and if they partaje in the season or not. I know a good few who aren’t bothered one bit by it, they have a habit of dealing with their problem. ‘Nd theres a couple who are afraid of partaking so they tend to jump into the meds or hidin away from the others.” His arms dropped from the crossed position they had taken over his chest, hands coming to rest on his belt. “I personally take meds most of the time so I don’t bother most of y’all when you come around. I know I can get pretty insufferable myself, but makes it a hell of a lot more fun when I’m breakin colts and then like.”

Anyone who stuck around during rut when he was breaking colts, or doing any sort of his heavy riding days knew he got into it more enthusiastically. His voice could be heard from across the grounds, fangs gritted and ego inflated as he held on longer than everyone else. His stamina was what made him such an issue, that and his strength. Jeremiah could sit until they bucked out themselves…

“Oh now, quit that.” He scolded playfully. “We ain’t gonna whine at me cause I have to move sweetheart, I ain’t got powers like the others to help me out around here.”

Helping keep his body supported, his free hand went to work cleaning up the space between them. For someone with working hands, they moved with a feather like delicacy across and around their bodies. There were no accidental scratches, no awkward bumps, just a tender touch as he carefully wiped away their combined created mess. Two sides of the ghoul, both equally visible in how he carried himself and handled others.

“Now, you’ll have to forgive me if this is too forward er… heh. But I know my hands will be back soon and unless you have plans elsewhere, maybe you’d like to come up stairs with me? I won’t be expected for another hour atleast…” Looking back up slowly, he held his breath as he half expected to be told no. A few strands of wavy walnut brown hair fell into his face, softening his asking gaze.