To be fair to her VIP, love was rarely an easy thing to discuss. The corporal supposed she should just be happy he was discussing it with her, in the relative privacy of this Well of Life, rather than, say, speaking to Sparkshower or Glamerspear -- or, Celestia forbid, Ebonshield. The sergeant would probably not only tell him he was a certifiable stud, she'd insist on teaching him the proper sexual procedures to please any mare he ever met.