"Oh, okay."
That made Eclair blush like crazy. "S-some sort of spell or curse making you tell the truth whether you want to or not?" she asks, nibbling on a cookie in an effort to make the awkward go away."That was a squeal, induced by observing a sight of unimaginable cuteness." Oh. Oh. That little "Hmm?" had enough inflection to count as a question. And he tried to lie his way out of it. Which was enough for the magic to kick in and say...that. The little stallion froze like a deer in the headlights, watching to see how Eclair would react.