Margaret gasped. She smacked his hand away. She was angry now. She backed away from him.
"Who do you think you are?!"
She reared back and stomped once.
" 'would I like some oats?'  How dare you?! I am a centaur! I am not some horse!"
She turned her back on them both. Margaret had taken offense to that. She was glaring before she turned around. She had her arms crossed as well.