This guy just took his drink. This guy just took his drink! But now he has a new one so it's not really a bad deal, and he takes it with a bemused smile.

"Nah. I got a feeling I've never been good with horses--or bulls," he glances back at the bull. He's resisted so far, but he's not sure how much longer he can. He'll probably end up on the floor, his body and ego bruised, but, hell. Why not?

"You're new," he says it not as a question, watching the new guy as if to ask him to say more about himself.