Chrysalis averted her gaze from your own, which was fine as it landed on her offspring. The hoof on the floor lifted up slowly, reaching out to softly stroke their little heads. "I... didn't care about him at first," she admitted, her words seeming to be more for herself than you. "I saw this foreign creature in the hooves of the princesses and I wanted it for myself. I wondered about his taste, what sort of flavor his love came in, and wanted to try it. I expected nothing more than lust, especially after he had spoken to me with such disdain for my actions, despite his own ruthlessness. I was amused by him, but didn't care for him... not until he returned to me," she whispered, her hoof stopping for a moment, as though recalling a painful memory. "I know now he came back for you, but to me it was so important, I couldn't believe myself. I deluded myself into thinking he loved me, and so I started to love him back. I started to see the things in him I hadn't before, began to admire this softy, squishy creature with a resolve harder than any carapace. The first being I'd ever been willing to truly see as my equal."