Sun Mote Copse If you stand for nothing, Burr, what'll you fall for?

Bronco rolled his eyes at her amusing plea, and the use of a childhood nickname, but he could forgive her for it, of course. Though he toted himself as the next Sergeant-at-Arms, and he dreamed about finally winning a proper spar against his mother, there was no doubting that Bronco could not, whatsoever, cause harm to someone he cared about, least of all if they were not the fighting type, like Sugar Glider and Nellie. For those weaker than him, and less inclined to fight, he felt dutifully obliged to be a protector- and the thought of ever hurting one of them made him feel ill, hence why he had backed off so quickly. Though Bronco possessed the strength to take control physically, he would always back down from any situation and surrender to his sister, for the love he had for her. 

He did chuckle when she rolled over, and had he the ability to -facepalm- he would have. "C'mon Nellie. Ya can't defeat anyone on your back," He remarked. "At least keep some dignity, an' keep your hind feet an' tail tucked to your belly when you do that. Protects the soft spot below your ribs an' yeah. Just a bit more uhm...Civil." Naturally, he didn't want his sister to get any sort of reputation by thinking she could simply sprawl out like this in the company of just anyone. And even with the two of them, it made him uncomfortable to see her in such a vulnerable position. What if she decided to relax like that one day, and he wasn't there to protect her?