He's doing his best to try to steer them into familiar waters.

"I was kinda hoping we could pick up where we left off." He says, with a mischievous smile. Thinking fondly of the morning he had ridden out with the taste and smell of her desire still clinging to his skin. Knowing that somewhere she was riding out still aching from his rigorous send-off.

It feels crass to mention it now, but he does give her hip a playful squeeze.