Burr cannot stop his laughs at Hamilton's theatrics--high-pitched feminine giggles, that don't befit him at all, and must really be stopped soon if he wishes to maintain any of his dignity.

"Only my joints hurt, from yesterday's ride," Burr says, "down by my hips. I think any pains beyond that are for me being out of practice. We went reasonably slow on the way here, or I should think I would have saddle sores. We will be fine to ride, I believe. I simply do not like Theo on so dangerous an animal. If we were to fall or be thrown, I am not sure I could land in such a way as to shield her."

He offers his fingers to her then and she eagerly latches on, makes a disgruntled, angry noise when no milk is forthcoming.

"And of course, we will have to break frequently to feed her, every two hours or so."