Zod had heard of Theocogs, or at least, distant rumors. He wondered what it would be like to charge into battle aboard such a creature. He imagined the terror that could strike into the enemy. More so, Zod wanted to wield a halberd, whether on horseback or not. But alas, he had little space to carry such a weapon. Not to mention most of his fights took place at close range, hardly the conditions optimal for such a tool.
"Nay, I can't say that I have. My speed is fast, but surely not that of a horse. I want to someday.." he trailed off. He looked down at the glowing fire, "but embarrassingly enough, I have more confidence in wiping out these pockets of mages, than I do riding such force."
Elaborate word aside, Zod felt like a foreigner, like an outsider, for having not experienced such a common transportation method. Wanting to shift the attention away himself, he returned to her, and with a more serious topic. "With all due respect major, I would consider myself a highly perceptive man. When I look into your face, into your eyes, I see a softer heart. Why do you put up such a great wall around yourself?" He earnestly returned his gaze from the fire back to her.