“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” she whispered into your ear. “But I heard through the grapevine that you… the mares in my unit were so happy that they finally had a way to quell their estrus without the use of medicine. And they said they had you! I mean, you’re not that bad looking—sorry for that monkey bit back there, by the way—and you’re just so… so strapping in that uniform of yours… b-but it’s not that I like how you look really hot in that. You just look really professional, like what a Guard should be.”