Not so comfortable was a polite word for it. He was fine with the quiet beasts he had learned to ride on, was used to. This new creature was something else entirely, but when it appeared he was not about to buck him off for the presumption of riding him, Kirk relaxed.

"Certainly more than me," he laughed, clicking his tongue and squeezing with his thighs to follow Iskandar, making a soft sound of surprise at the roll of the gray's gate - much longer than his usual mount's, like being in a boat rather than a motorcycle. "Promise to come fetch me if he runs off with me?"