Naiobe's cheeks flush with rage. She stares at Brom for a moment, then shakes her head. "You're insane if you think that. He's insufferable." She narrows her eyes. "I would not be interested in him even if he were king and offered me an entire harem of naiads to torment as I liked." She clenches her fists, staring at Brom for another minute before she turns away from him. But she does not turn to go, oh no. Instead, she snatches a long crop from a nearby shelf, and walks toward Brom's precious stallion with intent in her eyes. Raising the crop, she brings it down harshly on the stallion's flank, then drops the crop and storms out. As she walks away, she can hear the sound of whinnying, leather and steel jingling as the horse rears and pulls at his halter, and the cries of the poor mare-woman who now must worry about dodging hooves. Brom can forget about seeing his horse climax all over her until it's calmed again.<br/><br/>That done, she returns to her room to sulk until dinnertime and soothe her abused, wounded dryad.