The flippant dispassion with which she addressed him immediately irritated the tovero. His gaze-- split between silver and black-- nearly betrayed the aggravation bristling beneath the stallion's painted skin. A single ear twitched, which could be taken for surprise. For a moment, the mare seemed unsure of her words, but she ultimately did not apologize for the tone of her remark.
Tribulation took a deep breath, grullo lips pressing together while he mused. After the steadying exhale, the male pressed forward in the conversation. "Do you mean to flatter me in assuming that I spend the day with many comely mares," the tovero mused, tone humored but searching. "Or do you mean to say that you are not beautiful?"