Half bull, half man. Mean. Chased a lady through the labyrinth if the ancient Greeks are telling the truth. They usually are, so...

[ It also has a cow head, but Quentin is a little tripped up by that long, slow blink to mention anything else. So much so that for a brief moment the cigarette dangles limply between his lips, trying to process if this is just an Iron Bull thing or if their culture's the same when it comes to slow blinks (winks? he's got a fucking eyepatch). His stare probably lasts a little longer than necessary, and he clears his throat. ]

...You don't trust me, do you?