Already irritable, as made clear by his less-than-gentle assault upon poor Sanguine, her words do nothing to ease the anger in his voice or soften his threatening posture. Maybe he should have been a bit more gentle with the pup but at the moment his mood did not swing towards the gentle. Plus he had the idea that Sanguine wouldn't be wooed in such a manner anyways. Not if she had an iota of Naamah's blood as well as his own clever mind. Then again just how clever was he really to have fallen for such a minx as Sanguine's mother and then to let her slip through his paws? She was as some sort of star-material, brightening up the world but something unable to actually touch or hold. The brief contact they had was passionate and such a bright memory it almost could chase away the anger in him. Almost.

Enderly's silver eyes glare down at such a reproachful daughter. Was there something in his genes that demanded such wild spirited creatures be born from his loins? Underidge had a passion about him as well despite being the only boy. He couldn't quite remember if he had been as troublesome to his own mother as his children had thus far been to him. She demands him to prove it, prove his parentage and although he shouldn't have to he regards her in silence for but a few heartbeats, ears still flipped back clearly annoyed by this spectacle.

"I thought my own daughter might have some intelligence," he finally mutters with disappointment. There were certain ways to make a child listen, to manipulate. If she is invested even remotely in this conversation she might be angry at such insinuations but they also might dig some burr into her until she can realize the truth of the matter. Enderly sits suddenly, staring still. "Why is it that you are of such different, lighter coloring than your sister? Because she takes after Samil who is HER father. Look at my own gray." Now he turns his muzzle to the side so that a slant of sunlight flicks across the gray alluringly. He fluffs his silky tail around his legs to make her notice the gray around it.

"And your eyes. Why would your eyes be such a combination of mine and Naamah's and yet not a hint of the green that is Samil's? Because you are my daughter. Of my blood and flesh despite how he might lure you into other ideas. What has he given you but food? I can give you adventure. Surely there is much you wish to learn, Sanguine, and as I am a traveler I know much myself." Now he waits with his ears having risen once more; his face is guarded. What will his spritely child like to say so such enticing offers?