Go here. Go there. Was this was all of Frollo's servants had to deal with? He probably just wanted to make her too dizzy to deal with him. She grabbed the list daintily made her way to the stables.

"Antoine?" she greeted him cheerily.

He looked at her sternly and turned back to his work. Technically he was warming up.

"He gave me a list of—well, can you read?"

"It is probably things to buy for his son," Antoine said.

"His son?" Esmeralda asked.

"You injured him trying to defend his son," Antoine said, trying to focus on the horse more than her. He hoped she'd get in line and realize how low a priority she was to him.

"Oh…" Esmeralda said. "Shouldn't we go and…um…whatever?"

"In time," Antione said. "If you aren't going to injure them, you may help with the horses."

"I don't think so," Esmeralda said. She thought she could easily convince humans to see her ways, but animals only liked her if they wanted to and these horses knew who fed them. It wasn't her.

She stood in the doorway, trying to seem polite despite her boredom, and wondering what she could do for entertainment. Eventually Djali came up to her, complaining the horses were getting more attention than he was getting.

"Why did the horse smell him on you?" Antoine suddenly asked, his tone caustic and accusing.

"Why shouldn't he?" Esmeralda asked.

Antoine fiercely glared at her. "What have you done to him?" he screamed. His hand shot to his knife on his belt

Esmeralda cowered as Djali bleated to defend his owner. "I haven't don't anything! He's too cranky to let me even talk to him."

Antoine slowly turned away and his hand left his knife, returning to the horse which was thankfully too lazy to join in the fight, impatient to be brushed. "He has his secrets. Leave them be. Don't bother him with your heathen ways. Don't touch him."

Esmeralda wanted to fight him, but she knew he'd win, going to violence immediately and she'd never understand what he was talking about even if she could survive. "I was cold last night. There was a blanket between us. Please don't tell anyone."

"I don't talk to thieves," Antoine said.