[Don't be a bad representitive don't be a bad representitive don't be a bad representitive... Sanji has to repeat the advice to himself like a mantra to resist the urge to 'point' the way with the underside of his back hooves. He still wasn't used to customs of this place, but he wanted to prove he was a good hearted sort.]

[Besides, the mares loved those angelic types.]

[His wings fluff out involuntarily.] Right. This. Way.

[He does a strong about-face that leaves a heavy u-turn score in the turf, stomping off in the direction of the hostel without any show of benevolence.]