Her words reverberate through his mind, and anger flares inside him, white hot, before quickly fading into a simmering annoyance. It takes all his effort not to outwardly reflect his sudden change in mood. He wonders, briefly, why she is so passive. So... obedient. Had she been raised that way, or did it stem from something else? Fear, perhaps? He wonders if she fears him. He certainly hopes not - he would not be like his father, using the trepidation of others to his advantage.

"I will show you around." He pauses, considering his next words. "Then perhaps you can give me more of an opinion on this place." He gives her a moment to take his words into consideration. "Just out of curiosity, why are you so... submissive?" He doesn't mean the question to be offensive, and hopes she doesn't take it that way. He's simply never met anyone like her before (although he's sure there are others out there.) After a few moments, he steps forward, leading her further into his home. As they amble along the trail, the gentle murmur of a stream becomes more prominent. Having grown up here, he knows just where to bring her, and he knows all the curves and turns and obstacles that are in his way. He steps over and around each one with practiced finesse.

When they reach the stream that connects with the main pool, he pauses, mulling over what is to come in his mind. A more assertive attitude on his end might lead to the one thing he is seeking from her: a straight-forward answer. But he doesn't wish to come off as harsh or controlling or overbearing. He walks a fine line between his current lax attitude and the one thing he doesn't wish to be: tyrannical, contemptible, uncivil. One stumble in either direction and everything could go against him, just like the last time. The thought of Kochanie, her image in his mind, still turns his veins to ice and makes his heart seize inside his chest, his jaw clenching as if trying to stop all his emotions from escaping. He regards her from his good eye, and then steps into the crystal clear, shallow water, its warmth engulfing his fetlocks and spreading slowly up his legs. He implores her to continue following him, not wanting to see her stray too far. He knows what happens to women who get caught alone here, and it isn't pretty.

((ooc: late post is late. and crappy. sorry :c))

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