Thou knave... what manner of demeanour was that, showing not a shred of vigour in the paddock? Is that the countenance of one who wouldst face a race...?

Furthermore... dost thou not lately proclaim to all around that thy dream is to be "taken in by an oil tycoon, and to never suffer want of coin again"?

How shameful... though I have especially chosen to favour thee... dost thou intend to sully mine honour...?

Ugh... about that...

...It's fine, isn't it? I did win the race in the end.

Ah, then how about this, my lord. Please braid my hair again before races.

It's quite motivational for me when you do that.

...Be true to thy word now.

Thanks!