Honour collected her legs and pushed herself up, turning to face him before sitting down on her haunches. It was hard to fluff out her tuft when it was all wet like this, but she still gave it a try, brushing her forehooves over it to quickly make it look as plush as possible. When she reached what she considered a passing score -- although it was nothing compared to Lucretia's front-stage shrubbery -- she looked back up at her VIP.