Maurice drags his hands down his face and parts his fingers so he can look at Spike.

"The whole control thing really freaks me out...you know? I mean. If I'm gonna do stupid shit, at least it's me doing the stupid shit...and you don't feel watched? All the time? Every damn day? And then someone was talking like--the fairies were gonna use us as broodmares or someshit? My parents have horses, Spike, do you know what a broodmare is?"

He is STILL wound up about that.