"Whatsa horse need shoes for?" The disdain returns, even if he damn well knows the answer because he's not an idiot. He glances down at his own shoes, just to make sure they haven't yet been ruined.

"Nice one, Stark. Classic. I'm real tickled." He drawls, stepping back as Tony opens the pen as if he expects the horse will follow him. "Maybe I'm martyring myself for a little peace and quiet. What's it to you?"