Maybe their conversation was destined to spiral downwards, maybe it was destined to end in sex. Maybe this is when he'll decide he has had enough. Prey that doesn't run is no fun when the predator is about the chase. Nor is it fun when the predator has the prey in it's talons and it still won't submit. For once, Caleb was unsure if this was some sort of chase, a rue to get him fired up, or his mare simply saying, "I'm done with you, I've found better." It took great self-control to not just push past her and leave. He wasn't sure he was in the right mood for this simple conversation. His questions were asked with a cool edge, and the answers she gave were answered similarly. This was pleasantries and he didn't care for those. His focus left Rexanna's briefly as he took a fleeting gaze at the hound by his side. Has she really never seen a dog? When he had entered Helovia, all he could smell was dog, horse, and dirt. Surely there were other dogs around, maybe she'd just never encountered one. Maybe she's lying... He thought quietly. No, she wouldn't lie, he defended. Then again, I don't even know her, he concluded, all while finding it ridiculous he was having a conversation with his inner voice. Somehow, he let himself believe everything she was saying was truth, and perhaps it would come back to bite him. After all, believing everything a stranger says is not always a good idea.

She tells him that she's met a great deal of people and he grunts in awcknowledgement of her statement, his though immediately thinking that she is referring to stallions. A throb of jealousy hits the stallion as he continues to wonder who has been touching what is his. His eyes blaze with intensity as he continues to watch her. "Is that so?" His voice clearly states, I dare you to continue. He moves closer to her, muzzle hover mere centimeters away from hers, their misty breaths mingling. Her scent is strong and brings back memories of their first meeting, his body almost quivering with desire all while his gaze never breaks from hers. Even with his neck arched, he is still taller than her, and it somehow feels right. In fact, he very much enjoys short mares. Something about them. His tail begins thrashing behind him again as he continues. "Tell me, did these other horses do this?" He inquires as he presses his velvet muzzle outwards the few centimeters, hoping to close the small gap between them. His nostrils quiver with delight at the thought of touching her once more, even if it's in this seemingly insignificant way.

@[Rexanna]