Before you can so much as part your lips, however, the Princess leans in nearer still, until your every inhalation carries the taste of her equine musk. "Although, if thou dost require concrete reassurances…" Luna breathes in a conspiratorial burr, velvety words ghosting across the sensitive whorls of your ear. "We shall endeavor to provide ample… distractions from such fretting this eventide."