.. Do not encourage me, M'Lord, or I will have your head beneath my hoof. You would listen then, no?

.. He smiles gains intensity, the glitter radiating from his occulies redoubling and becoming more then malicious. So the Lord did not have time, no? Best he clear his agenda.

.. Cranium is lowered, snugly placed beforew his jugular groove incase any fighting should break out, though certainly one with such a position would not so much as consider the lowly attack. He begins an idle prance, his legs becoming uneven, thus unpredictable, moving targets. Banner flicks absently, drawing a thin stream of crimson from his ivory pelt. He clicks his tongue in unimpressed pity. Unfortunate that this brute of a stallion had not been taught gracious manners. Ah well. Capricious had always believed in teaching old dogs new tricks, even if it meant driving them inches from Lady Death's gold grip.

.. I'm going to be frank with you, M'Lord,

.. It was not quite a sneer, but he expressed a fair amount of forceful upset, mockery seething from his tone

.. You are most certainly a powerful stallion, if onyl because you have been dubbed King of this land you supposebly founded. Me? I'm a speck, hardly worth noticing, though that has got to change.

.. Don't think I want to manipulate you, because if it occurs to me I will, and you'll have not a word to say about it, no? Your alliance is crucial in my torrent, Lord, and if you deny that of me, I shall have that pretty head of yours on a pike, no?

.. His lips curved further, the unnerving smile fixed in position broadening cautiously.