If she had been racist, the Bull wouldn't have cared honestly, content as he was to let people underestimate him, to assume less of his mental capabilities because of assumptions they made. You see a big, dumb ox-man? Good. It's easier to get you to spill all your secrets that way.

He chuckles at her question, shaking her head. "Nah. Headbutts don't work. I've tried." He makes a motion to indicate the extensive scarring on the left side of his head. "Flail. Big ass spiked one."