“You don’t like me…”
It flinched back upon the unicorn’s gaze turned to it. The expression on Shining Armor’s face is at first surprised, and then grows stern. For a pony who can beam with such warmth and love towards those he cares for, he can grow such a cold wall between himself and the creature before him.
He can smile. Smile and wave as he does to the public. Even smile to the creature, but the smile never reaches his eyes the way it does towards anypony else around him.
The unicorn keeps his glare, waiting. His stance challenging. Not threatening, but at the ready in a moment’s notice. That tension it sees building up anytime they end up in each other’s presence.
The silence grows long and awkward. It both sees and can taste the annoyance oozing from the stallion, this time waste of waiting to see if the creature has a further point. With a flick of his tail, the pony holds back a sigh. Has to keep up the masquerade, upon the wishes