"Maybe it is. I mean, the ponies are a bunch of rainbow marshmallows on four legs whose understanding of the sort of things that I'm interested in is like a child walking in on mommy and daddy fucking and thinking they're just play wrestling... or daddy hurting mommy. Even you guys are still wrapping your minds around what I say at times, but at least you've got some level of insight," you answered, fingers curling to ball up the sheets in your palm.