Horse machines, [he says with some interest. He pictures one of those rusty rodeo bulls without any real thought but puts the absurd idea aside quickly. He does let out a chuckle at her remark, however.]

Better if your only interest is getting somewhere, to be sure. [Funny, how their experiences in that aspect are similar—both riding constructs, her technological overrides, his magical charm. The certainty of knowing your steed will follow your orders lets you take more risks.

"Altius," though, wouldn't know anything about that, outside of driving a car.]

There's something to be said about earning the respect of something you can't talk to, even if I do prefer something that listens to me.