He shook his head again, dismissing the faint warmth the thought brought with it.  Minions will be minions; romancing them never ended well, and romancing ponies worse still.  Sure, he was a dark lord and could do what he wanted, but he had no interest in that sort of thing.  The pleasures of the flesh in general were things he was more than willing to forego for power and glory, and being on a world without attractive people?  The decision practically made itself.