The stallion interrupted. "Miss, your... filly doesn't know what she's wearing. She is alŝultriĝanta danĝeran armilon at me.” He turned to look at James. “Please put your leg down, sweetheart. Nice and slow... you ne devus esti portanta tion... it's sufiĉe danĝera. Tro danĝera for a sweet little filly like you... that's it..."