"I will agree to this if Chrysalis, in turn, promises not to harm me, or mine," he said as the eyes were almost entirely upon him, filling his vision. The heat on his face increased, and he realised he could smell something akin to freshly cut grass and honeysuckle. He felt a weight press down on his chest and her laughter was like gentle dewfall. God damn, he felt the familiar throbbing in his head whenever something ever tried affecting his mind, knowing that whatever effect this magic was having on him, it was mitigated and lessened because of whatever God blessed stroke of luck prevented him from being putty in her hooves. He had already struggled to keep his thoughts straight. He'd hate to see what it would be like if he didn't have any defence against their magic at all.