In one of her most favored positions, the mare elegantly stood for the appraisal of the Engineer, letting his copper toned eyes sweep along her body and sending silent trills through her veins. She was not sure what is was about being surveyed by a man, but never was there a time in her life aside from battle that she felt so spectacularly beautiful and whole; it was possible that she was simply one of the greatest narcissists of the era, but still, the eyes of the stallion were nearly as rough as his voice, and she found herself quite enthralled while captured by his gaze.

His reply to her jest was lacking in any sort of emotional outburst other than the dismal glimmer of sadness that pervaded the entirety of the air around him. Biting down on a lip to prevent it from pouting out at this lack of elaboration on the metal, she worked her facial muscles about to swing the disappointed grimace into a cloying smile, nodding her agreement that not all looked as they truly were. "This is true, sir," she began, "and also quite beguiling." The cheeky glimmer still burned in her eyes, their look upon his face cast away as she complimented him, a gentle sway rippling through her ebony locks as she prodded at the weakest point in all men.

She didn't have to truly love him to play such games, did she?

The depressed demeanor of the stallion abruptly swung about at the mention of the lightning dragon, however, the mare finding delight in the glitter of life that emerged from behind the hollow in his gaze. Nodding once more and will her smile in full regalia, her feminine tones lilted forward. "It lies in the Steppe, in the meadow to the east around the first set of peaks. Hard to miss it," her thoughts trailed back to her cave, the bottle of blood that she had returned from the battle with safely stowed away. She had been saving it for the Doctor's inspection, perhaps one of his students; however, the enthusiasm displayed in the male at the mention of the beast that had borne it brought to light a new mind to study the object in full. "From the corpse I retrieved a vial of it's blood, if that is of interest? I am not sure how long the glass will hold it in place."

This was true; each time she touched the object, it was full of a ringing heat that blazed through her tissue for several minutes after she ceased contact. That the creature had run on such a volatile substance was truly outstanding, almost more so than the fact that after nearly a month of resting in her box-like set of boulders, it was still just as vibrantly full of electricity as it has been the day of the battle. She pointed with her dark muzzle in the direction of her moss-covered cave - an invitation, if ever she had given one. Had Ulrik known her as more than a stranger, he would know that this was an unusual occurrence, indeed. Few had been within the confines her damp resting location, one of them being her dearest Psyche, and even they had been desired about as much as a severe case of colic in her solitary fortress.

Having pressed herself against his shoulder, the deep resonance of his voice rippled through her tissue with each gravely syllable, a pleasant warmth radiating from his flesh, even through the veneer of snow that he had allowed to collect along his spine. Noticing a change in his position as he commented on his knowledge of electrical burns, she turned her eyes to observe the streaks of white nestled in the dark of his flesh, the subtle grin on his lips. A sigh nearly escaped her at the relief of not appearing weak in front of such a resolutely handsome man, to have found a kindred soul of sorts drearily standing in the center of the Basin. Reaching her nose out to brush it against the scar and letting her lips linger along the edges of a particularly long streak, should he let her touch him so intimately, the golden mynx inhaled deeply of his earth and metal scent (ever so surprisingly pleasant) before her words broke from her lips. "From where did you receive this?" she curiously inquired.