The Royal Engineer just stood there, staring at her tuft. Honour didn't think anypony had really done that in a long while. Even Castlerook had the propriety to only occasionally sneak a glance -- sort of a little game he played with her, where he wanted her to catch him in the act. A way of letting her know he was serious about being interested in her as more than just a friend. But here was her VIP, appearing to pore over every single hair. It'd be flattering if she thought he understood what he was looking at. She didn't have a monster tuft like Sparkshower, but she’d never had any complaints from those few colts who had had the opportunity to enjoy it.