A-ah that's okay! I've pressed upon you quite enough my dear... lady. [Was it still okay to call a pony a lady? Did she know what one of those was?]

[Faltering with language reminds him that he's really not that sure about his own body either, his wings opening and shutting individually like concussed signal posts.]

I suppose I'll just have to figure things out as I go- but that's quite enough from me, and you've been so kind; the least I can do is ask you your name?

[There's a ghost of his usual, hapless grin, but it's still very much bewildered.] I'm Sanji, by the way. A pleasure.