“Oh I know, mon chere,” he said, leaning in closer, her breath mixing with his. She lost herself in his eyes, not quite believing somepony would willingly, joyfully give her affection the likes of which she had never experienced outside of a disguise. The sharp, burning taste washed over her like a furious wave breaking upon a rock. For all its small size, it felt more real, much more vital than any other feeding, and she knew then she would never forget the feeling as it froze her in place in utter shock. “And I don’t really care.”