"Well... I mean... yeah..." Vic mumbles, feeling sweat break out on the back of his neck. He's spent several years masking admiration by getting unnecessarily aggro because his sire always said a sincere compliment was mare-ish and would get him ostracized. Outside of the rarefied environment of the young stallion's side of the Centaur Pastures people don't really make a habit of talking like that, as he's slowly realized.

It's hard being manly and also trying to get people to like him. It's really hard!

"Sorta, but, big also. But I mean I'm sure you'd do good," he says hastily.