“Okay, so tell me then.” He said, using his other hand to lift up a foreleg. Daniel’s fingers stroked the soft underside part of her hoof, he couldn’t recall the correct name, and watched her reaction. One of the so-called ‘drones’ he shared a room with seemed to love the treatment immensely, and judging from the Queen’s eye flutter he felt it safe to assume that she shared the opinion. “I mean, you’re not bad-looking, considering you’re an alien bug-horse, and aren’t you the leader around here with all of the power? Shouldn’t you be drowning in bug-horse chads?”