Sham eyed the tempting sugar cube that was perched on the outstretched palm of the human's hand. Pinning his ears, he arched his neck and pawed at the earth again, nostrils quivering. He was somewhat taken by the surprise as the human remained motionless, and almost hopeful looking. Lowering an eyebrow, he ducked his head a bit, reaching it out to sniff the sugar cube from his stationary spot. Snorting, he pulled his head back to its normal position, arching his neck again. Deciding it was pretty worth the risk, he stretched his neck out once again, taking a slow, cautious step forward until his velvety muzzle was inches from the small cube of sugar. Glancing at the human, he lipped at the sugar cube until he was able to pull it into his mouth and instantly jerk his head back now that he had achieved his goal. "'Atta boy. See, we won't hurt you." The man reassured quietly, keeping his hand out. Sham shook his mane and let out a subtle huff before inching forward again and shoving his muzzle into the man's flat hand, sniffing it for any more traces of food.