Dammit, Gran'da. But that's ... kind of a positive response, maybe? Sort of? If he squints. It's not negative, anyway, and that's mostly all he needs, right?

Sigh. Anyway. He nudges the bit back into place. Considers the tack for a moment, suddenly overcome by the urge to do something. Anything. Including talking to the brick wall that is his grandfather. Or riding a horse, who would probably be the better conversationalist. "You've been doing this all your life, haven't you?" he murmurs after a moment. "Taking care of horses, I mean."