[Evil Tink]

Solomon sighed, leaning against the stall as he watched Damien, "It's a shame everyone knows my horses to be so well tamed...I would love to have one of them trample her...it would do us no good in the long run, but it would satisfy my urge to stomp her myself." He shrugged, shooting Damien a glare, "No, you stay right here or no more shows for you. Understand?" The horse snorted, bouncing off back to his stall, sticking his head in the corner. Solomon closed and latched the door with a bit of telekinesis, "Demon horse..."