Devious White Whorse

"Rarity, can you pour me some more tea?"
>"Sure darling."
>Rarity floats the teapot over to the cup in your hand with her magic and refills it.
>She lays it daintily back down onto the glass coffee table in the study room of the Carousel Boutique
>Rarity has decorated the room with some nice furniture, including the lovely couch she is laying on opposite you and the synthetic leather chair you've been sitting on.
>You've been chatting to Rarity for the past hour now, getting to know each other a bit better.
>Throwing in a couple of jokes and a bit of flirting every now and then.
>Rarity takes pleasure in reciprocating as well.
"You know Rarity," you take a sip from your cup. "You just sort of gush all over colts to get what you want. They always cave, and you abuse it."
>"Anon, I'm not giving them anything they don't want, silly," she retorts, "If they still refuse after, I just tell them they're 'Colts of honor, and resilience,' and leave it at that."
>You immediately clack your cup onto it's saucer you had been holding in your other hand.
>You just stare in shock at Rarity for a few moments.
"Wow. I don't see anything morally wrong with that, and that's not okay."
>You pause.
"Yeah, that's not okay."
>"Daddy always did say I was a smart filly," she mentions
"..."
"Yeah, I guess you are."
>You take a hollow sip of your tea.