"Oh, you noticed," Emrys said with the same sort of serendipitous and pleased tone he might have used had Esther just complimented him on a subtle but flattering haircut. "The shepherd might be my favorite bit of this one," he said, surveyed it as he lazily reached to pick up a grape and pop it into his mouth. Putting aside the artistic ability on display, which was certainly something, the shepherd was also a touch nearer the foreground of the painting than any of the other figures in the pastoral scene, which put him — and his bits — in sharp focus compared to the feminine creatures (nymphs? dryads? who knew) behind him.

"I don't have any horses," he remarked, surveying the painting as a whole again. Horses were primarily used for two purposes: pulling carriages, and hunting, neither of which Emrys had much use for. He would go on a hunt, if pressed, but he wasn't setting about organizing that sort of thing, and it was easy to rent a horse or even a whole brace of them when the occasion required it. No need to waste space on his property keeping livestock, or pay servants to do that sort of thing — not when his money could be better spent elsewhere, such as on purchases like this. "But if you think they share my tastes in art, perhaps I should look into befriending some," he joked lightly at Christobal.

Turning his attention back to the wrestling scene, he continued, "I think you're right about the intensity, here, but I worry that there are hardly any women involved. Perhaps a bit too shocking for any decent* men who make it up this way, do you think? They can be so fragile," he remarked with a chuckle.

* using this as a euphemism for straight men because for the life of me I can't find any VE-appropriate terminology. And Oscar Wilde was charged with 'Gross Indecency' so it seems plausible xD