Atchmon shook his head. "I really don't know anymore," he said as he hesitantly leaned forward and placed the back of his digits gently on her cheek. With a little pressure he forced Rarity to look at him, while still allowing her the chance to turn away. "But I'd like to find out." He whispered before touching the soft, cool, velvety skin on Rarity's small white snout with his lips.