"You're missing out. I'm more for girth than length, myself." Midnighter says with a grin, mostly to be an asshole. He tosses the sword from one hand to the other, letting the computer run calculations in the meanwhile. What will this man do? He doesn't have enough data to be sure, but he's curious to find out.

He puts the horse out of its mystery with a deft stroke of the blade. That needed to be dealt with before it drew undue attention.