if you love me, don’t let go —

There’s a humorous, if somewhat perverse, satisfaction in watching the younger stallions discomfort grow exponentially with the elders advances, the warmth of Rexanna’s body solid and unyielding, even encouraging, as he presses himself against her. He feigns innocence (poorly) and near-sincerity (even poorer) from across her golden back, features slipping into a wolfish grin as he croons to the warrior. “Oh, not all.” Eyes still trained on the other stallion, he arches his neck to lower his muzzle closer to the mares delicate throatlatch, his upper lip puckering suggestively, but the gesture is lost to his target audience. White-face is already turning away, fleeing the scene with his skin all but visibly crawling.

Albrecht lets the man leave without further harassment, but smiles an immodest and self-serving grin at the chime of the mares cheerful good-bye. Now there’s a parting shot, he chuckles, watching their guest shrink back to his Hidden Falls. The smile fades suddenly. He wonders what news the antlered stallion will spread to his mighty Ktulu and Ciceron. A name isn't much to go on, but dear Anna with her joking threats and my-title-is-bigger-than-your-title reputation battle shared a lot more than that and he's fairly certain it was his newfound magical endeavors that forced the Thief's hooves. He watches her slip away to face the fire with mixed emotions.

He’s sure her question is meant to encompass the massive flame and various caverns around them, even their trip in general perhaps, but the silhouette of her glossy form burnished in reds and oranges is as stirring now as it was when they'd first arrived. “I think it’s quite nice," He admits, the tension in his thoughts easing slightly, transferring to other areas of his physique, but refusing to be dismissed entirely. He sighs. Nothing kills a boner like responsibility, or more accurately, the surety of future repercussions involving angry death-magic wielders. "But perhaps we’ve irritated enough travelers for one day. It’s getting late.” He just hopes the mare won't be able to put two and two together when she finally snaps out of this trance. Whether from this incident or another (any other in his case), he'll be needing allies if when push comes to crumbling-because-you're-old-as-fuck-and-can't-shove.


OOC // @Rexanna Bloop. We can just assume they went home if you like.