Well, he smirked until he noticed the pony’s movements. His brow furrowed in confusion. Each hoof was placed before the other with extreme care, and he could see the faintest tremor as crystal-shod slipper was placed after crystal-shod slipper. Fear? No, that couldn’t be right; she had literally nothing to fear from him. Anger. She was clearly holding back a great deal of anger, not fear. He was raised up to his knees by the sergeant’s magic, his hands being restrained behind his back as the earth ponies quickly tied them. He got a good look at the pony before him.