’Thanks… but I’m afraid your not my type…’

The spotted stallion’s response is met with a moment of silence as the sterling beast registers the response. Most horses meet his cocky, wry sense of humor with disgust or displeasure. Khyber had been the only one who did not find offense to the droll sarcasm that was almost an ever-present addition to his speech. To have a second who met it with a sense of humor of his own was a freshing change, especially when compared to the no-nonsense dullness that Lucifer had been.

Laughter rumbles from his broad chest as the sterling beast gives his thick black mane a quick shake, as if attempting to rid himself of the unwelcome images that began to form in his mind at the implication. ”It is good to know that we can both agree on that fact.” he replies as soon as the breath returns to his lungs. Amusement still glimmers behind his multifaceted gaze as the beast steps aside in welcome, ”Welcome to Paradise Akkadian, I think you will do just fine here.”