“Well,” he replied, keeping his voice low so only she could really hear. “While demanding, you did at least say ‘please’ after all… I think.” Pausing to dust his hands off on his patchwork pants, he did what she asked and took both forehooves in his fingers. Red’s wings briefly buzzed as the rub started, the bug-horse uttering a low chitter while shutting her eyes and relaxing up against him. 