She takes a breath but your finger silences her before she can speak, “…You’re a Wonderbolt, an element of harmony, and obviously a very attractive mare…” She blushes but doesn’t waver in her disapproval, “…You’ve got your whole life ahead of you and I would only hold you back. I can’t fly with you, or walk on clouds, or give you foals, or buy you nice things…well I might be able to do that if I play my cards right but—“