Poseidon almost snorted in amusement at the determined look on the woman's face. Drag him in by the tail? The stallion did paw the ground and looked every bit defiant as he pranced out of reach. He had no idea why she was there but he was going to have a word with his damn vessel. Poseidon had been sure there was no one there.
He came to a standstill a few yards from her and stared at her. He vaguely recognized her, knew she was one of the jockeys. Poseidon decided he would let the dark haired girl ride him anytime if that's what she wanted. Jeremiah was rolling his eyes but allowed the god to keep control. He was not in the mood to shift back to a very naked man in front of his staff. Too many unanswerable questions right there.
Poseidon's amusement came out in his sidestepping away from the woman and the snort of defiance. So, he intended on playing, maybe getting a good rub down before she left and he would be free to change forms. It seemed like a good trade off.