Flash: H-here’s the soap Twilight.
 
Twilight: Aww, thank you Flash. (Takes the soap with her magic)
 
<Flash walks towards the door>
 
Twilight: Wait, Flash?
 
Flash: Y-y-yes, Twilight?
 
Twilight: Are you wearing your armor?
 
Flash: Nnno? W-why do you ask?
 
<Clicking noises, Flash tries to open the door>
 
Flash: Uuh, Twilight? Why did you locked the door?
 
Twilight: Because, you know what else I need besides soap?
 
Flash: W-w-what?
 
<Twilight pushes the curtain aside and looks at him seductively>
 
Twilight: Your company.
 
Flash . . . . . . . . . Y-your word, i-is my command, y-your Highness.