Mat nods, giving a chuckle, "... I won't say I won't throw myself into danger a lot though... that... I throw myself into dangerous situations a lot to help."
Nightshade finally tracked down the corkscrew and opened the bottle. A puff of black smoke poured out of the neck, and a shadowy, vaguely equine shape took form. "WHO DARES DISTURB THE REST OF THE GREAT DEMON XOLREW?!" Nightshade sighed. "Crap."
Mat caught Dusty in his hooves, "Okay, you need rest, I think I'm going to take you to one of the beds upstairs."
Nightshade quickly put the demon back in the bottle. "Maya doesn't need to know about that. And I still need to find the right wine."
"Just feed it to Az," Raven said. Dusty hissed, "If I'm obviously injured, I don't get 'quality time' with my wife."
Mat lightly pokes his shoulder with a hoof, "Yeah, silly, you've got a pretty awesome ability, and you've got Maya and all that."
"Mat, there's a special somepony out there for everypony. Somepony you would die for. Somepony you couldn't live without." He bumped his shoulder back. "You'll find her some day."