Curiosity got the better of him, as he parted Rarity's unique purple mane away from her white horn, while feigning like he was still washing her hair. He wasn't sure what he was expecting to see. The sight wasn't much different from the many deer trophies he collected in the past, nor a steers. The ring of flesh and hair surrounding the base of her spire was noticeably subtler - almost non-existent - and he noticed dry flakes at its base, much like the cuticles of his nails; and fought against his compulsion to pick at the trapped debris. Deciding not to push his luck, and realizing that Rarity trusted him with a precious part of herself; he moved on to cleaning the rest of her spire.