In all honesty, Maurice smells more like motor oil and cheap booze than horse.

When the boy turns, the Maurice's ears perk forward--as though he's had a question prepared for one of them all this time. But when he sees the look on Tsukishima's face, the question dies on his tongue. He takes an unsteady step back but forces a smile.

"Uh--howdy! I was just...wondering...what you were making." He mentally kicked himself. "Need any help?"