[It's hard not to notice the way he doesn't comment -- she knows to read the silence well enough to guess it means he doesn't exactly agree. But then, it might be different for him... she can't judge, can she, not really knowing who or what he even is.
So she smiles wryly and nods.]
They do. I can't say I've ever met anyone with horns like those. [She's only ever seen children pretending to be bulls by rolling up leaves or something and pretending they're horns...]