It was hard not to, considering his lithe grace, and especially when he so gently but oh-so-firmly would place a forehoof under her barrel, or on her hindquarters, to 'adjust' her pose in one of the Yakasutric positions. Honour wasn't the only mare in his classes he did that to, and she was sure she wasn’t the only one who got more than a little hot under the tail when he did it, but in the end, what turned her off was her inability to stomach the spiritualist nonsense that he lived, ate, and breathed. How many other things had her confirmed material realism shut down during that time? More than her fair share of dates, that much was certain.