All thoughts about the weight of flying ponies and inquiring as to the reason for the sudden head-hug were set aside when he found the answer to the latter, Daniel setting sights upon the lone male bug-horse that was standing in the middle of the room. Rather than the friendly smiles (in addition to the very friendly ones) that he was used to from the creatures, he was instead faced with an outright glare from the small equine. A menacing whip was held in a green magical glow, Daniel taking a moment to work things out.  