[ His tail droops a little. ]

It's not any kind of graph. It's art. It's a picture of you as a horse! See, that's your hat!

[ He points at the hat on the horse. ]

And I mean, I don't know much about you and it felt like a cop out to just draw the horse in a giant cloak, so I gave you a patootie mark that's a potion bottle.

[ His expression drops a little. ]

You don't like it?

[ He sounds far more put out by this than being rebuffed for sexual favors. ]