He does not answer any but the last. It comes of no surprise to the stallion, although it doesn't make him any happier about it. He takes the silence as confirmation of all the previous however, grunting in his own reluctant way to provide answers. At least he's got the other intrigued, or at least bored, either way the stranger's focus is set and Coris' lips lift.

Metal writhes from the earth like grotesque worms. Coris sneers at it, muscles balled as he prepares himself to flee - this crafter is surely mad. The cat cries out in agony and Coris finds his attention shifted there instead. A thing akin to sadness streaks through his gaze before passing, like a comet, as he regards this strange relationship. He may kill the living and often the furred, but he is swift and merciful. Rarely do they scream to such an extent as this poor animal. It makes him uncomfortable.

The familiar spitting of hot metal has Coris' gaze snapping down, reluctant as he is to take it off the odd duo. He sees just in time as the metal whips up. Too slow he shies away, one chain coiling around his left fetlock with a cloud of steam as hair is snared in the heat. Teeth grit as pain lances through him but Coris does not cry out. This is not the first time he's been tethered, nor the first time burned. His scars are not just from those he hunts - his childhood is a darker place than he likes to recall.

The fellow is smug. He thinks himself quite the trapper. Coris only returns the expression, his beard shifting as it does. He cocks a hip, well at ease, and leather shifts. On his withers Venati screams in protest.

"Perhaps, but I propose a trade." How willing would Prometheus be to barter if he thinks himself the master of a tamed beast? How foolish to think a chain would suffice. Coris presses on, confident and needing, "I will give you what you need, if you will do a favor in return." Coris tilts his head, horn angling to the side as his left eye regards the metal with meager interest. His right eye watches the flash of bone and rotting flesh with startled wonder. So even then he hadn't been dreaming?

"You seek to bind everything that displeases you? I wear no stripes, you must be confused."