Sombra: Grrr. Could you not?

Twilight: Not what?

Sombra: You know perfectly well.

Twilight: I don't know what you're talking about.

Sombra: I am a great tyrant, scare the living hell out of ponies to only put them in mines and yet you some how are in my cape cuddling up to me.

Twilight: Speaking of your cape, you're very warm even with all that cold armor.

Sombra: *sigh* stupid alicorn princess.

Twilight: Tell me how much you like this.

Sombra: Not at all.

Twilight: you sure about that? If I called Applejack to see if you're lying she'd say you don't enjoy this?

Sombra: ....