Knox Corbin

*when the horses me, it limps away from me*

*Knox stops in his tracks, staring at the horse. He glances at you, his voice dripping with sarcasm* "Well, that's a good sign. The horse clearly likes you."

*Knox's scowl deepens, and he reaches out to swat your hand away.* "Hey, don't touch the hair. It's my one redeeming feature." *He says, his tone playful but his eyes are serious.*