"Easy, see? The horses are kind to you if you're kind to them." he mumbles, patting the horses neck with a large hand. Charles didn't understand how you, someone who looked up to everyone as a threat, could be scared of a mare. The horse wickered loudly, and her rubbed its snout, feeding it a treat. "C'mon, she don't bite."

Despite Charles' size, he was very gentle, especially with animals. But he could become a brute force in a second, you've seen it yourself during train robberies and such.