"Mm, really?" He looks at Seth, amusement eliciting a broader smile. "Something about me really just, just screams centaur?" He looks down at himself, almost picturing the lower body of the horse and he wonders briefly what it'd be like to have to manage six limbs instead of four. It seems like it might be a mechanical overload, but who knows?

"I can see it now." He tilts his head to one side in mock wistfulness, dangerously close to collapsing entirely on Seth's shoulder. "Daniel Jackson, onocentuar - that's part donkey, mind. You know, cause I can be an ass sometimes." His grin widens, cheekily unrepentant.