She poses a question to his question, an act he's never seen done before. It's only fair considering she did, in fact, answer his question. She asks what adventure he would suggest, and though his mind travels to the immediate thought of a primal dance, his childlike heart is sent elsewhere. His steel eyes leave her inviting frame as he peers around them, as if the action suggests that he is truly searching for some sort of adventure. Within an instant, his vision is back on hers, focused on her like an apex predator on it's prey. The only difference, she was not prey. She was a comrade, a new friend, an acquaintance to the stag. With the renewed intensity and focus of his gaze, hushed words left his lips in an almost hesitant whisper. "You're enough of an adventure, Miss Rei." He teased kindly, a genuine smile appearing in his mahogany lips. The same mischievousness that alights in her eyes, does so in his. To him, it seems they are a good match. Inwardly, he hopes for some sort of relationship, a platonic friendship or possibly a non-platonic one. At this point, he does not have any other commitments, allowing him to go where the wind floats him and not worry too much. After all, it's not truly in his character to worry, call it 'one of his quirks.'

She steps forwards, his ivory brow cocking in questioning delight. Her eyes fall downwards, a smirk playing my lips once more. With unassuming indifference, he makes no large deal of her sudden closeness, though within he is tingling, every nerve ending on high alert, waiting for something. He regards her shrewdly, with intense, steel eyes. Caleb's face contorts into something of slight amusement, curiosity, but most of all, politeness. The towering titan offers the mare a compliment, the natural pinkness of her skin is saturated into more of a red color as she blushes in response to his statement. Her voice wafts into the air, a gentle song to his dark ears. "It suits you." Everything does. The kind and enthusiastic mare deserves to be on some thrown, part of some higher class. She would make a good Queen, undoubtedly. Caleb is enigmatic, dark, a quiet wanderer that sees but is not seen. Though towering, he is often transient, staying only for short periods of time. His departure is never a sad one, as he makes few friends. Those that are his friends, he never leaves.

She begins to look herself over. Caleb's ears swivel forwards as his muzzle reaches closer to her, as if he is attempting to see what she looks at so curiously. Concluding her study of herself, she giggles earnestly and once again looks at him, his muzzle retreating to it's original position in the meantime. She exclaims that her foolishness is a talents. A deep hmmm... sound escapes his throat as he ponders what she's said. A talent? If her talent was foolishness, his was hiding his inner-self. He was a master at playing a part, wearing a mask. She continues on, explaining how it may just be a positive to be a fool. Though Caleb is young, he has much of his personality already set out. Fool is not one of his traits. Though perhaps the spotted mare is correct. "We shall." His words are final, an unspoken promise. He'll be foolish with her, but what will he ask for in turn, if anything?

Rei opens up to him, tells him of her land before Helovia. Her land was all based on genetics? It was all up to parents to have the correct colored children, and if not they were shunned. If you didn't have the right colors on your body you were nothing. The thought is displeasing to Caleb. Why had no one tried to overthrow such a racist king and queen?

Quickly, the girl begins telling a humorous story of brambles and skunks. If he hadn't been too perplexed by her previous statement of colors and rankings, he most likely would have chuckled along with her. He offered her a smile, one that would appear genuine and kind to all who saw, but he did not feel like smiling. He wanted to tell her she was much more than nothing. She was most likely more than he had ever been or will ever be.

Within seconds the dark stag was next to her, his muzzle tracing the stark contrast of ebony and ivory. His actions were mostly fueled by a hunger she ignited within him and a steep craving to comfort her. Feeling as if he has done something wrong or lingered too long, he had pulled away. Her words are a pleading command, and he listens. His large body is kindly pressed against hers, the scarred tissue of his shoulder is brushing against her mid-flank. The soft fur that blankets her gives him more incentive to stay. Caleb lifts his head and places it on her back, resting his head atop her for the time being, but also sort of embracing the Appaloosa mare. He smiles inwardly, somehow knowing she'll enjoy his sort of manly, yet warm, hug.

Still, the energy he feels from her is great and arousal begins to take hold. His breathing rapidly increases as his hunger is intensified. His skin is almost twitching against her, craving something. He is truly in an awkward position, comforting her and wanting her. Learning about her through conversation, but also through touch. Passion and compassion. In all his raging emotions, he wonders if perhaps she is feeling the same things.

OOC: if I ever make you wait this long again you have my 100% permission to punch me x_x I'll get back into the flow with him in our next post, this was kind of choppy @[Rei]