And then teeth meet my bottom lip, nibbled playfully. Pulled, bitten. A throaty huff escapes the pegasus clinging to me, and before I can react, another whoosh of air -- she's already hooves to street, trotting ahead. The smile she throws back my way, tail swishing -- saucy, knowing, peering out from under her own mane... it exudes Confidence. Well, that's one way to boost her mood before meeting the Princess.