Henrietta, who had been calmly watching everything unfold, knew exactly what was hidden in Caleb's mind, how he felt about all of this. Distressed by her master's sudden change in mood from docile and sleeping to heated with lust and hunger, she let out a soft whimper, a sort of needy sound. One of Caleb's ears twisted backwards as he registered her noise, but he ignored her after that, focusing on the aurelian mare in front of him. Though the dog was slightly perturbed by the fact that he was mostly unresponsive when all he had been was responsive since the day she came to be, she stood to make her way out of the room and to explore the rooms in the other parts of this cave. Caleb, who usually held her on a tight leash, allowed her leave, deciding that she should do some exploring so her mind would be occupied and she wouldn't have to sit here with only his dark emotions playing in her mind through their bond. As she left, steel gaze found her small frame exiting, watching her intently for a moment. Before turning into another room and vanishing for now, she looks back at her master and they share a moment, a conversation taking place between their quiet eye contact before she enters the room with scribbles everywhere, the Wall of History.

With his loyal bitch out of the room, Caleb's iron gaze shifts quickly from Henrietta's retreating form back to the teal eyes that dauntingly stare back. He wonders quietly if him watching his companion pad away while such a heated conversation took place would at all out him in hot water with her. Still, his focus has undoubtedly been on Rexanna, from the moment the loud clacks of her hooves drew him from slumber. She speaks about what she wants, expects, and to the brooding stallion it sounds as if their deal is being prolonged, but this time with no set end date. His groin reacts to the thought of having her as his once more. The thought of her fucking other stallions was bitter in his mind, but if he was going to have other mares, she could have other stallions. They were each other's side-hoes, and the thought wasn't all that displeasing to the hormonal stallion.

An arrogant smirk is plastered on his lips as he confidently questions her. "When do the benefits begin?" His eyes gleam with mischief as his nostrils continue to fill with her addictive scent. As his lips still, ushering no more words forth, he takes the opportunity to advance forwards, in attempt to both show her what he wants in this moment and to agree to what she's said in actions rather than words. In the moment, he isn't sure if he wants her because she is a good fuck or that he finally has someone that understands a sliver more of him than anyone else has in a long time. Still, the only current thing on his mind is his increased blood flow to a certain part of his body and the fact that this pretty mare has just called them friends with benefits. Caleb intends to start the benefits now rather than later, and with that he tries moving closer, pushing his muzzle against her withers and trying to travel down her gold spine towards her hind end. He feels primal and dominant as he gropes his way downwards, wondering if she'll shrug him off any second now or let him take her as his for the first time since their original meeting.

@[Rexanna] o-o