Daniel took a sip of imaginary dream-tea, setting the dainty cup back down on the saucer while pondering Luna’s question. “Well, I mean it’s not anything sexual.” That was a tough word to say to a princess, suspected imaginational construct or not. Luna raised an eye, so he continued on. “All it is is ear scratches, head rubs, back rubs, belly rubs, and there’s this one that really likes me to rub the bottoms of her hooves.”