Even without being a genius, Tony could easily tell that in no way was his horse talking to him. Even ignoring the obvious 'horses can't talk' part. His horse was female. And if she could talk he fancies she'd call him Boss and not Tony.

He stops in his brushing to look over his shoulder at Nick, looking bored at him.

"You're a riot, Sorrentino. No really, I'd be splitting my sides, but who are we kidding, this is a tailored shirt." He offers the words with a dry sarcasm learnt from his butler.