"Oh, believe me, I know. But... not a pony. Now, while I might not submit, per se... I might not be as much of a Harmony-Loving goody-two-shoes as you might expect... I think we could find a measure of... servitude, between us, that would suit us both." Arnon whispers, leaning closer to her ear. His other hand is tracing along her back, his fingers pressing through the gaps in her armor.