[The donkey stops its moving around and stands in place. Hephaestus attempts to get it to move but it doesn’t. Hephaestus has accidently killed his own steed. He stares at it for a few seconds and lifts his head to look at You. He slowly shakes his head, as ideas of what You could do now rushed through his head.]
Don’t...... Don’t you do anything you are thinking of.