It takes him a heartbeat longer than average to notice - she's alone. He'd frown but, she's obviously not concerned, and having learned that Chryseis was here as well as smelling Heartfire around again, he figures perhaps she's found herself a babysitter. What for, he wasn't quite sure, since if she'd just wanted a break all she had to do was ask.

Hmm, or maybe she just didn't want him to babysit. Seeing as how Oisín behaved, that was a possibility... hmm. Hmm hmm. Still suspicious.

Especially when she starts grinning like a half-mad idiot. He's about to ask what she found to eat, clearly it would be some kind of mushroom like the ones Andulvar and Kori once had had... or some other plants he knows to exist... either way, she seems a bit too enthusiastic, and so he narrows his eyes at her when she places herself next to him. He almost absent-mindedly moves his multicoloured tail towards hers, the subconscious longing to touch, claim, hold her, simply not-quite-enough suppressed. He doesn't have to wait long for the words to come, though: turns out she was just waiting to crack a joke at him.

His emotions run from suspicious to amused back to suspicion in a mere heartbeat (surely she could do better than that?) but in the end, he shakes his neck and sidesteps just a tiny bit to taunt her with her own game. "Actually milady, but I do mind. Don't you know such beauty demands the attention of every heat source in sight?" He tosses his head up, looking down at her with a hint of green and an unmistakable mischievous glance in his eyes, yet posing as offended and haughty as he can without having to break it for a burst of laughter. He's not quite sure how long exactly he could keep it up though - probably not as long as she did back then.

He might have continued it if he hadn't been wondering what else she was up to, today. It's rather new for her to throw his own (very bad) lines at him. He could simply ask, but instead tugs her mane, leaving one hot breath on her neck before retreating. "That must have been one of my worst pick-up lines. How ever did that work," he grins at her, ready to taunt some more. "Perhaps you just have... really low standards?" He tilts his head. Of course, that means he's not worth that much himself, in terms of good boyfriend or husband material, but hey, he never said he was. Or would be. Though he guesses time changes a person - time, death, and having children of one's own.

Children then - there's that one question he doesn't yet want to ask, not sure if he wants to break up teasing her just yet. Surely they'd have to become somewhat-serious parents again if he did. So as long as she doesn't seem willing to talk about babysitting and the terrible ideas of how to ever judge if the girls are strong enough to cross the cold oceans towards Nerine... well, maybe just avoid the subject for a while? Take a walk, forget the world, that kind of thing?

He sure as hell knows he's been downgraded from that first-priority spot (or was he always second to Nerine?) in favour of a certain pair of growing fillies... and they should come first... but still. Best take all the time she has right now.

He doesn’t think his haughty pose is very good but, he doesn’t think he is very good at anything in general (except courting girls when he’s set his mind to it). Except making her laugh. He’s good at that, at least.

He grins at her, though he fakes shock when she tells him it didn’t work. ”Really? And there’s me thinking I made up for it rather well.” Fully well knowing she walked away that day, but, she went to join Nerine, like he had actually suggested. Ah well. Perhaps he had come off too obnoxious.

She continues with saying he was too good at being adorably irritating and handsome, which earns her a questioning look in return. ”Right. Very adorable.” he says, quite a bit offended, and showing her his teeth instead with a wide grin, ”Perhaps you need a reminder?” He’s not exactly joking - sure as hell remembers where their girls came from - and noses her mane, places a small nip on her neck while she fusses with his own.

A sudden scrape of teeth over his shoulder follows her words, and his own pointed elamel finds it’s way to her withers rather quickly - reflective - in response. ”Perhaps I can settle with your attention without an apology.”[b] he muses, [b]”So, what did you have in mind? I’m not gonna teach you all my pick-up lines, if that’s what you were aiming for.”