"Ooh, Rare... c'mere," Atchmon cooed sympathetically, and reached out with his long arm to beckon her over. Rarity welcomed his embrace, as he held her underneath the pony's neck. "I'm sorry." he apologized and hugged her while caressing her cheek as she nuzzled against his for comfort. "He did good... he did real good." Atchmon didn't know what else to say. "I was jus' startin' to like the lil shit." he muttered, though he didn't mean for Rarity to hear. 