The faintest of wrinkles creases the bridge of Luna's pert muzzle at your wry little aside. Before she can respond, however, the batpony guard clears his throat in a rusty rumble. "If it pleases you, Highness, I could assign a pair of sentries to… attend this visitor while you hold council?" He sneaks a sidelong look at you, beady eyes narrowing to inscrutable slits. "Simply to ensure no undue incidents nor… untoward explorations of restricted areas?"