He is nearly content with abandoning the potential for some interaction with the oddly marked female - the only thing keeping him from disappearing completely being that there was something.. odd about her. He could not seem to place his tongue on it; but he was certain that he could find a few places on her he could use it for. And the hunt was on.

The ever present tugging in his chest swayed him to remain at a slow pace so that she may pursue him, though he has never been in the position of the prey in situations before. It was rather exhilarating as he sensed her rise onto the rocky surface above him before leaping down upon the earth directly in his path. She was persistent and she was lucky that his mood had been persuaded into something more docile. His hellish eyes could not help but rove over her supple figure as she moved so gracefully from her perch, drinking in the beautiful curves that she carried so proudly. Her vexation is visible in the way she now carries herself and the tone in which her words are spoken, it is returned with a devilish simper that slips upon his lips before he speaks in turn. "Do you really want to know the answer to that question?" He taunts in a dark timbre as he eyes her with sadistic pleasure.

Indeed, she is quite fortunate that her form is worthy of his recognition, else she would be nothing but a heap of cruor and horrific display of shredded internal organs. Keep that temper in check, little Exotican.

"Now that.. I cannot answer. I assumed it was you causing some demonic curse upon me or something." One corner of his lip quirks up into a smirk, but the playful words are tossed aside as he approaches her, inconsiderate of her personal space. Helios was born here, just as many others were, and he knew of the damnable curse that many were befallen with on a daily basis. It is as inevitable as the sun and the moon take each other's place in the atmosphere above with the passing of time. But he would not let this feral woman know what he does, let her believe that he has her under some spell, or the other way around - he can try playing the victim for once.

His chest is puffed up as he shakes himself slightly, his blood speckled eyes intent on her beautifully feminine form as he steps ever closer, the deep burning sensation in his chest desiring that he be ever closer to her. He knows that she is his and he will claim her as such.