[ the sarcasm in his tone is certainly not missed. not even in the way she smirks lightly at the sound of it. ]

I would probably agree with you. [ if not for how many of them there are, or how simply they've been accepted and used as a part of society. still, it gives her an uneasy feeling. experiments, unnatural creatures...

but then there's the drink, and roy looking at her holding his own. her eyes go from his, to the drink in his hand, then back to him - very faintly holding back a smile. ]

They are rightly yours. [ and then he takes a sip, and thinks it over, and she snorts lightly and reaches for her own glass, smelling it for a moment before wrinkling her own nose. ] Should I wait to see if you turn into one of those horses?