"They're herbivores," he said witheringly. Yes, they were big and could be forces of nature, but like forces of nature, they were meant to be respected rather than feared. Then again, she was a girl and one could only expect so much of them, even if they weren't wearing skirts.
"Besides," he added with lofty pride, "I keep him well fed. He's not some monster that feasts on virgins or anything, see. He likes hay and oats and barley and some grasses and things. That's all."
For that and some love, Horse carried, protected, and otherwise accompanied Samael through life.