Hushed Willows princess's dream

Had he known of her thoughts, he would have been quite appalled! What had he done to warrant such insult? He was presently adjusting himself back to a proper seriousness, his chest puffed and body rigid as he assumed the poise of a soldier at-attention. Her lilting voice served to melt all of that away instantly; shoulders slouching, face flushing with warmth — oh, what dulcet tones! How kindly she did sound, how fair-hearted, how — Ohhhhh you're funny~!

How demoralizing. 

Tiffany could not stop the aghast scowl that spawned across his face, overtaking his features in quite a rubbery manner, taking full offense at her comment. He could not remain horrified by it for long though, she was too sweet looking, too soft. He was basking in her beauty. I am nay gleeker! I am a knight.  A heart of pure gold beats beneath mine own breast! To enforce this point he took a single step and struck a new pose, his tail puffing and lifting with temporary dominance.