It was strange how the universe provided sometimes, offering the exact thing he was in search of next. In a way, it almost reaffirmed that the path of vengeance he was currently set upon was indeed the correct one. Whether or not Nyimara decided to grace him with her presence again, or to return his rightful heir, Asmodeus knew what his future held. And before too long? Solomon would too.

"I see." The patchwork stallion says quietly, his gaze sweeping appraisingly over the painted stallion once more. If it were not for the man's heavy physique, he might have assumed they were related somehow. Heaven knew Solomon had covered everything with a willing womb for the better part of the last two decades, but not even he could have sired someone so heavily built.

"Funnily enough, I might have such a thing available." His gaze narrowed as he looked upon the other stallion. "Although it would require absolute obedience to myself and to my Queen, when she returns." And if she didn't return? Well, perhaps he'd replace her when the waiting grew too long, but only time knew what the future held. "The Desert needs more members. Which means I need someone that wishes to grow a herd of their own. It will be their own," he clarifies, "but it will need to continue growing. I have no use for the sort that finds their one true love and is content."

He watched for a moment to see how the tobiano took this information before speaking again, his own dark tail flicking idly across his hocks. "Do you think you can manage that?"