[Lahabrea is not so petty as to stoop to abusing decorations. The jack-o-lanterns have so far been completely unharmed! ... If only because he's aware they're alive, and he reserves his wrath for the fractured mortals he knows. Not.. things Halmarut might have created on a whim some crisp autumn.

Which might be why he's carrying one around. A smaller one, with as toothy a grin as any of them have, tucked under one arm like a football. He's not apparently done any harm to it beyond taking it with him and occasionally apparently talking to it, but the cloaked, masked man has also pointedly not left it behind.

What he is doing however, is watching that 'horse'.

He designed horses and their cousins, he knows about horses, and this one.. something's off about this one, enough to set a frown firmly in place beneath the sharp fangs of his mask. It's friendly enough, that much is obvious .. and inappropriate.]

Behave yourself. Looking sad and hopeful will avail you nothing.

[His tone is sharp, as if he fully expects to be obeyed. He knows horses.

The jack-o-lantern is shifted from its position under an arm and held up as if it's perfectly aware and capable of seeing what's going on - now it has a decent view.]

This is not ordinary horse behavior. I know. I created them. They do not solicit such attentions any more than you or I might. I should wonder if it is up to something interesting, as my nightmares are wont to do? But I think this one is incapable of flight, so dropping an unsuspecting rider from above would be difficult..

[He is not speaking to any passers-by, but it might be easy to assume otherwise..]