Again Lawrence heard her cute, pathetic whines. "Finally," he thought to himself, "it's working. Took her long enough." Blood was rushing around his body, to and from his head, his torso, his own equipment. He began to sweat a bit. It was a wonder he hadn't before, as he was still wearing all of his clothes. Horo had supposedly "lost" hers in the cart, which had prompted him to look back there in the first place earlier in the evening.
Pulling away from Horo for a moment, Lawrence tugged on his clothes and succeeded in pulling them off. He tossed them in a corner of the cart. He made a mental note to rinse them in the morning, lest he smell funny the rest of the day. Horo smiled a bit, enigmatically. Her smile potentially meant a million things. The merchant's brain only registered a few of them. He went back to work, this time without his pants on.