*Michael waves at Vanitri, letting go of the reins with one hand.*
*A moment later he finds out this is a bad idea: the horse skips a beat and Michael goes sideways.*
*Fortunately, a large bush breaks his fall. The horse waits nearby, snickering quietly to itself.*
*Michael crawls out of the bush, looks at the horse, and reminds it:*
"Steak tartare."
*The horse remains still as Michael mounts, either sporting enough to give him another chance or intimidated.*