Xel lowers his head graciously to sniff him. Then, at the comment and because Cesare's astral body betrays something of the flavor of his assessment, gives him a soft snort, really too delicate for his current body. The accompanying stare, with its message of I-would-be-offended-if-you-were-worth-fretting-over, is also more suited to his most favorite animal form than to even the friskiest, most adolescent Arabian.
Xel says da Vinci's proud design looks like it gets straight As in gym class but beats the other horsies up at recess because it's so depressed about failing all its other classes because it's too stubbornly stupid to admit it has dyslexia. (Xel: doesn't resent Jocks as much as you might think given his size, but laughs at them very hard n,n) Other thread when I have more brain...