Seraph shook her head. "Not until you trust me fully." She said softly. "Do you plan on breeding them together?"
Stark sighed with a little annoyance. "I don't really know what you mean by that. You haven't really given me a reason not to trust you." he said calmly, covering up his slight irritation. "I don't know. I've had them for a couple years now but haven't really put them in an environment to do so." he said before wandering into the stables to work.
"I bred horses back when I was younger." Seraph mumbled. "There was one I raised...I swear he could understand me."
"When all my family died I started spending all my time with animals. I've always loved them though. They're better than humans." Stark told Seraph while he was getting different tools from the opening of the stables.
"I like animal companionship, but they don't...relate with me. Not to say humans do either, but you at least try to understand me. Animals, no matter how smart, cannot understand the concept of living forever, even if they themselves are immortal." Seraph explained sadly.
Stark understood what Seraph was saying but didn't really comment on it. "I just like animals and their company better. Haven't related to anyone in a long while that wasn't an animal..." he admitted to Seraph. The male then started to really work on the stables, going silent.
"I can help if you want." Seraph offered. "I may not look it, but I can be just as strong and able as you." She hoped he'd accept her help. The more she could do at his side, the closer she'd be able to get to him.
"I honestly thought you'd rather see the horses." Stark said, pausing a moment to debate. "I guess if you want to..." he did't care either way but Seraph had voiced how she felt about horses so he wasn't going to keep her away from Singer and Dancer. "I need more boards cut up if you don't know what to do."
Seraph sighed and nodded. "Can I tell you something Stark?" She asked softly, going to cut the wood. "If you didn't insist on having a project, this stable would already be done. I'm not saying anything to insult your work but...it would be done." She began cutting the wood.
Stark tried to remember that Seraph didn't mean it in a bad way but he still felt that punch to his pride. "You don't have to help if it's too slow for you. I didn't ask." he mumbled. The male tried not to seethe but it was hard for him. Stark had a pretty big pride issue and whether meaning to or not Seraph had wounded it.
Seraph stopped and sighed, looking at him. "Stark, you're a plenty capable man and this work...it's yours. If I was in charge of this thing it'd probably end up uniform and dull, but you make it your own, which takes more time. That's all."
"Right." Stark's tone was a little lighter but he offerered nothing else. He worked for a few minutes in silence until he needed to have more wood. "Did you cut that wood up?" he asked in neither an irritated or angry tone but a passive one instead.
Seraph nodded. "Here." She brought it over. "How much do you want to try to get done today?" She asked, glancing around at all the things that still needed doing. She wanted to help, but she didn't want to intrude. She sighed softly at herself as her mind wandered to the past.
"As much as I can before nightfall." Stark had actually gotten a lot done for just the measely work of one human male. He took the wood and started to prepare it for where it would go. "You don't have to help you know... I know you offered but I won't make you do anything you don't want to." It was growing hotter outside now and Stark would soon want to take work shirt off. He tried to refrain since he was in front of Seraph.
Seraph shrugged. "I want to help. You could always use a hand anyway, no?" She herself was hot and tempted to change into much lighter, more revealing clothes. She didn't want to do that to Stark though. She knew he himself was likely refraining from taking off his shirt because of her.
It wasn't very respectful for a male to show such skin in front of a female he was not married to so that's the main reason Stark kept his shirt on as long as possible. "Sure." was all he said as he continued to work on the stables for his horses. Sometime in the afternoon Stark felt very parched but wouldn't ask Seraph to go in and get him a beverage. He thought of taking a break but wanted to work all through the day with no interruptions. "It's too hot." he finally panted when the sun was at its highest and the stables were feeling very humid. Stark then proceeded to take his work shirt off and reveal his quite muscular and toned mid section.
Seraph tried not to stare, but it wasn't often she got one so...good-looking. She swallowed. "I think...I'm going to go get us some water." She said softly, as an excuse to to take a moment to compose herself. "I'll be back shortly." She hurried away into the house and into the kitchen. She felt her cheeks and couldn't believe she was blushing. She quickly got two glasses of water and tried to regain some control on herself before she went back out and handed Stark one of the glasses.
Stark's shirt had actually gotten some sweat stains on it from the heat. He thought nothing of Seraph going inside and just tossed the dampened fabric to the side to continue working. When the female came back out Stark strode out of the stables to where she was, pants not rising very far up so his 'V' lines showed. "That you. I didn't want to ask but I'm parched." he said and took the glass, drinking the contents in under a minute.
Seraph shook his head. "You should have asked, Stark. It's no trouble at all. It's less trouble running errands and fetching things for you than for me to stay out here in this heat the whole time while you risk against dehydration and the heat."