[She has never been glad to blush. It was womanly and weak both, it betrayed what she was thinking... but she is momentarily grateful for it. For the distraction from the instinctual desire to shirk touch such as that, there, buying time with a sudden fascination with his clothing, smoothing over the fabric with a stuttered attempt at keeping up.]
I would say that... that is a very unwise choice when I have hooves.
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I would say that... that is a very unwise choice when I have hooves.