Lunacy steps back, hooves up in the air. His eyes dart between Tempest, who he didn't quite expect to take a swing at him, and the mare, who, shit, that was fast. Magic? Could be, could be, was that sort of movement even natural?
"Alright, whoah, whoah, whoah. Caaaalm down, buddy. I didn't, y'know, mean to insult her. And I hope sh- you recognize that." he blurts out, looking towards and addressing his plus-one. "I just, it was meant to be a compliment? 'Cuz standing out, y'know, well, it might be for me, but I know it's not for everyone! Like, I mean, let's, let's just step past this, forget anyone said anything or took a swing at anyone else, no ill will, yeah? Yeah."
Looking between the two of them - and making sure nobody's going to take a swing at him again, he lowers his hooves back to the floor and tries again, hopefully this time without offending anyone.
"So, you've got our armor, huh? Awesome! I hardly remember getting measured for it, but I'm sure it'll fit fine! And, uh... you've grown your hair out a bit, I see!" he says, searching desperately for another topic to talk about. "Neat!"