Sighing in annoyance, she mutters," You clergyman take things so literally, it surprises me you do not follow every metaphor within the Testament to a T," casting him a tilted eyebrow, the Lady continues," Theocog are the rarest breeds of horses within the known world- raised by my family and mine alone for generations. Perhaps if you plan on purchasing one, or visit my humble homestead, you will see why- for now, simply observe my prize- Purgatorio-" reaching down, she pats the massive stallion's thick neck, slapping sound ringing out.
Purgatorio snorts roughly in response, ears flickering briefly backwards, seemjng to acknowledge its name with a proud toss of his head.