"No, I mean it Celestia, you are the prettiest pony in Equestria."
>"Anonymous, you're too kind," the sunhorse tells you shyly behind a reddening face.
"What, you don't like being told you're pretty?"
>"I've received praise for so much in my lifetime, Anonymous. It's hard for me to accept kind words like that."
"You don't blush like that when you're told you're a good leader."
>"O-oh, uh-"
"Are you called pretty that often?"
>"...yes."
"So how come you're so shy about it? I mean, judging by how you're acting, I'd say your face should be turning violet, not red."
>The crimson on her face spreads a little more, and she shrinks back.
>"I just don't think I'm very attractive is all, Anonymous. When I get told I am, well..."
"You get real cutsie and shy. See, you're just making it better for yourself, too!"
>She looks away, still hot-faced.
>"I can't be that pretty," she squeaks.
"Oh come on, you're the most gorgeous, youthful looking princess out there!"
>"R-really?"
"Yeah, I mean look at you! Your eyes are the nicest shade of pink I've ever seen! And just look at your delicate frame! You're the perfect shape: curvy, but thin."
>She looks her body over as you talk, taking note of your observations.
>You gently take her cheeks in your hand and bring her face to yours.
"Your face might as well have been chiseled by a master artist. You've got the most alluring face I've ever seen."
>A blush once again spreads across her face.
>You tickle her chin with your index finger and continue.
"And your voice? Man, it's as sweet and soothing as milk and honey. I could sleep soundly if you sang me a lullaby."
>She begins to smile at your praise and giggles.
>"You're just saying that."
"Not at all. I mean every word I've said."
>Her forehooves curl together and she wears a shy smile.
>"I...oh..."
>She practically melts into your arms, hugging you.
>"Thank you, Anonymous."
"Anytime, princess," you say, hugging her back.