The princess huffed. "Unacceptable," she said and stopped to look up at Clint, releasing his arm as her own hands fist and pressed down at her sides.
"I have seen this before," Luna state with a sure voice, not something small and timid like the tone Fluttershy had taught her. This was powerful and confident. "When I returned from the moon, I was also feared. Though, perhaps it is different, as I visited the ponies of Ponyville upon Nightmare Night, which is a holiday in which we are to dress in costume and give candy unto me else I will gobble the children! But, I would never do such a thing. Still, they feared me, until I showed them I was not frightening! Yet they wanted to be fearful, which I still do not understand." Luna shook her head and waved her hand, as if her story suddenly didn't matter.
"You are a good pony, Clint Barton. You do not forget that."