Marv: “I guess when I rubbded ya on the belly, I aimed a little too high.”

Imagine, if you will. You are Spike. You’re carrying a heavy stack of papers for Twilight. Looking past them for a moment, you see Rarity, trotting towards you. Except, strangely enough, she’s trotting with her back to you. With her flank to you. You blush as she gets closer. She comes to a stop as she reaches you, swiveling around, and her blue aura envelops the stack of papers you have. You think she’s going to help you carry them. Your heart melts. Then, with fluid grace and experience born from years of using her magic for fine manipulation, she delicately and lovingly scatters them all around on the ground. Her work done, she trots off in reverse again, staring at you and asserting dominance as she goes, that same beautiful smile on her face.

You are Spike. You can not be mad. She is Rarity, after all.