Their progress is slow, but the giant does not object. He has little else to be doing with his time, as he won't be able to battle again for another few days in order to allow his injuries to heal. Escorting a beautiful woman home...he can think of worse things to be occupying himself with, even if said beautiful woman tried to bite his most precious parts off just a few moments ago. The beast often holds grudges about such things, but on this occasion he thinks the mare has been appropriately punished. Her broken ribs and plethora of bruises are enough, hence why he's happy enough to drop his drive for vengeance.

He cannot resist a chortle at her next words, even if the sudden wracking movement makes his bruised side ache. "You took me by surprise, I'll give you that. Had you succeeded, though, I would be able to deliver what remained of you home to the Edge in a small leather bag." His smile fades as he fixes her with his penetrating red gaze, saying in no uncertain terms you'd be unwise to try that with me again. And, indeed, had a man attempted it, Volterra rather thinks he would have slaughtered him regardless of its success or failure. But Orithia is decidedly female, and decidedly attractive, and that swings the odds in her favour.

Her reasoning behind the attack, though, piques his interest. Appearances can be deceptive, but he would not have associated this darling mare with a savage history. She seems so...pure, which was why he'd been so taken aback by her devious words and antics. But could it be that her pearly white fur hides a blackened and tainted past? It would appear so. "It is clear you know how to fight men like myself successfully. Calling them impotent ignites their temper and causes them to make mistakes, which you can then capitalise on. Smart, if dangerous." It had worked effectively on Volterra, and he thinks it would work just as well on any other man with masculine pride held in his heart; but she runs the risk of riling them to the point of annihilating her, and signing her own death warrant with her clever little tongue. "So is it safe for me to assume it is my gender as a whole that you dislike, and not me personally?" His colossal head tilts, his interest thoroughly fixed on this odd little woman.