Unlike the previous, bombastic horse, this one had the capacity for modesty. He also had the capacity for arching his brows, which rings as an absolute act of wrongness for all who would see it. There was no shouting, no show of power, but only those eyebrows that go against the will of the gods slowly lowering over piercing eyes.

"I'm not so much into fear as I am into discomfort... but I can give you plenty of that, if that's what you're into," he said, leaning down slightly to look at Takuro closer. "Master."

A pause.

"See what I did just now? That's what I'm talking about... but I'm sure you'd prefer if I kept my displays a bit more conventional?" He said, and then slowly noticed there was a glowing snake on the ground.

Honk.

"Oh..."

Honk honk.

"Huh... well that's unusual, but I suppose... alright, understandable," the horse said, shaking his head and breathing in deep, which made his pectorals and pierced nipples swell out a little. "So... I suppose you'd like them to be afraid, but not--" he rubbed his horse chin before adding, "unable to sleep for days... So, something simple?"