Um, you kind of did, but... if it was an accident then it's fine...
[Something on his back is... wriggling... and she can't not stare as much as she tries. She's still on the bed as best she could manage seeing as beds weren't really made for centaurs, forelegs hanging off the bed and hooves curled up a bit yet in surprise.]
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[Something on his back is... wriggling... and she can't not stare as much as she tries. She's still on the bed as best she could manage seeing as beds weren't really made for centaurs, forelegs hanging off the bed and hooves curled up a bit yet in surprise.]
But, um, you don't have to call me "miss"...