Well, I suppose I can spare you one. Here, try this on.

[Rarity's horn glows, and a single red ribbon floats up and out of her wagon. It drifts toward Nyanpire, wrapping gently around his neck and tying itself off in a cute little bow.]

There! How's that? It looks rather nice on you, I must say!

[She giggles to herself a bit, pleased with her work, before extending a hoof in greeting.]

You may call me Rarity, or Lady Rarity, if you prefer.