[He admires it, he says. She cannot help but doubt it a little, even if he sounds honest enough.]
Are you sure you do not find it “outdated” and foolish… ?
[By the sound of her voice, those are definitely quotes… but the touch is distracting and it takes the edge off her words, unable to present herself as hard or particularly intimidating when his fingers dance up to her long spine, making her withers twitch and rustling the bit of vestigial mane between her equine shoulders, a dark line of hair that seems to trace a little ways up her more human-like spine as well, slightly obscured beneath the fabric of her underrobe.]
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Are you sure you do not find it “outdated” and foolish… ?
[By the sound of her voice, those are definitely quotes… but the touch is distracting and it takes the edge off her words, unable to present herself as hard or particularly intimidating when his fingers dance up to her long spine, making her withers twitch and rustling the bit of vestigial mane between her equine shoulders, a dark line of hair that seems to trace a little ways up her more human-like spine as well, slightly obscured beneath the fabric of her underrobe.]
Most certainly seem to…