Unusually, Seline is pleased with his initial reaction to her. Instead of baring his canines and moving forward quickly to meet her, there is a lazy smile crossing his features, and it heats her blood. In simple pleasure her pristine white tail curls back against her lower back, and perhaps a show of dominance if only to get him to return the favour. And then he is standing, and the blood and snow Queen finds a lazy, sanguine smile of her own caressing her scarred features. For while she thought him impressive and exotic before, now, well, now he is truly something to enjoy. He is large, so very large- and the Queen would not be opposed to being forced beneath him. And he is not overly large, no. He is quite frankly perfection, layers of thick muscle that could only be so very firm to the touch, with even proportions that would make any bloodline proud. Again, Seline licks her chops at such an enticing thing, and tenses up only slightly when he raises his hackles and seems to glide forth, stalking her as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

Though there is a calm exterior, there is a fervent excitement boiling up from within her, and, undoubtedly, it would be shown in her ever expressive venom gaze. He is circling her, and while another might have resisted the urge to touch him for fear of what might happen, she is no such wolf. Leaning forth at just the right moment, when he makes his way around her fully and coming to her front, she nudges him only slightly on the shoulder and she is most satisfied. The muscle there is hard as steel, impressive and something she wants to feel more of. And so she shall. And at his words, a breathy, almost girlish chuckle is dripping from her lips- but it is nothing short of deadly. "If that silver platter is you, well then yes, this juicy morsel is all yours." Who could know if the silver behemoth enjoyed the taste of wolf flesh, truly, or the simple taste of blood. There might be one way for her to find out, but, pleasantries first, of course- as manners were ever so important. Talk first, bite later, though perhaps if she was tempted enough the blood and snow Queen might just give in early. Might just.

It would all depend on how he played his cards, and if he even had any to play at all. Thus far he was proving quite the entertainment for her, and for now, she was satisfied in this. But always the Satanican Queen wanted, needed more, and she would always get it. There was simply no other way on this earth.