Never having freedom was something that Ivarr couldn't fathom. Maybe because she had never had it, it was easier to live without it. Experiencing freedom and then having it taken away was much harder. "I hope so," he replied. Then maybe he could stop being so paranoid that he was going to wake up one day to find his bridle gone.
"I can be aggressive." He wasn't usually inclined to be that way when he had two legs, but on four all bets were off. "Fat and lazy, though? No." Shaking his head for emphasis, he followed his words up with a short laugh. "Speaking of population control, I might get back to it. If you're done and all." He nodded toward his discards. "You are an interesting snake demon person. We can get to know each other more later, maybe? Talk of old days and people we hate?" He laughed again. "It will be fine fun!"
Trusting that she would see her own way out, he moved to stand, the robe dropping off of him as he did, and in an instant, there was a huge black horse standing in his place. He nodded his head at her, horsey lips flapping comically before turning tail and trotting off in the direction of the sounds of running feet and screams.