You don't know anything. I said I was going to take it from you.

[He still doesn't hear it? How menacing that sounds? Now he looks at the egg like he doesn't want it. Apparently, horses have feelings and he's petty enough to not want to help after those hurtful accusations.

Well, almost petty enough. After giving the egg a nasty look, he reaches out to grab it. The way Dylas handles it, moving it into his arms, makes it look like he's handled one before.]

I can keep him warmer than you could. [This isn't a competition, but.] Hurry up and do your thing.