Time felt as precious now as it ever had been to the beast of a stallion. He didn't have any to waste on needless distractions and conversations, thus his avoidance of his harem the past several days. He needed his time for currently more important things and at the moment he heard the summoning call of an unfamiliar stallion, he had not been the least bit thrilled. It was after all only another likely thing to eat away at his already full day.

This mindset was at the forefront of his mind as he'd come to stand arrogantly before the sable stallion and had struck the ground threateningly. There would be no beating around the bush in this encounter and Rhaego was prepared to get it over with so that he could move on quickly. He did not yet know what this caller wished, but he was determined to learn quickly and deal with it. If it was mares or land that the steed desired, he was sorely out of luck.... Rhaego had already lost enough and he had drawn the line. No other would get past him.

A fierce snort was blown out from the Swedish brute's nostrils as he fidgeted slightly in place, muscles and instincts on edge, ready to explode into action at the drop of a hoof. It'd been too long since he had a good battle and there were too many frustrations eating at him, itching for some form of violent release. However the walnut stained stranger radiated a almost puzzling sense of calmness, even when confronted with a less-than-happy territory leader. This gave Rhaego a moment of pause, deep mahogany orbs narrowing to study the handsome stranger with a greater intensity, ears twisting alternately forward as an introduction was made. Only a slight raise of his brow indicates any reaction on Rhaego's behalf, timed just in the second of hesitation and Bastille's choice of words for his 'lady friend', whom of which he assumed was the one the lingering scent belonged to. For a long moment, Rhaego considers the words of the stallion, continuing to study him appraisingly. Bastille was perhaps a smidge taller than himself and not as thickly built as himself, but Rhaego did not doubt for an instant that the Lusitano would make a formidable opponent. Little that the brute said in his first breath swayed Rhaego's opinion, that this was perhaps not the smartest of choices to give a free pass in and out of his harem; but it was the next offering statement that piqued the draft brute's interest.

Never before had another stallion made such an offer to him. The only others to request to stay within the Dale had expected to have their own mares... which truthfully, Rhaego did not blame their desires, but it grew old still the same when some believed that all the mares were community property to share. And Bastille offered to give him mares? The idea seemed almost too good to be true, but all the more enticing. The thought brought a devious glint to his eyes as he shook his heavy head once.

"Just Rhaego, no 'sir'. It sounds nice when a mare says it, but not a stallion." His voice was deep with rough grate, but that was normal, even when he was not trying to make it sound as such. Ashy lips tighten in thought as he contemplates an answer. "It interests me. Though your offer comes as a surprise. Do you not wish more mares for yourself?" There's a second of pause as he constructs his next words before speaking them. "I'm inclined to agree... to a trial." There was a time long before Andela's birth that Rhaego had seriously considered what it would be like to co-own a territory with another stallion, but truthfully there'd been none to his knowledge that he'd get along well enough with. Plus to call another stallion an equal and to share in all herd decisions, being limited and hampered by another's opinion was not all that appealing. Though the benefits of having another stallion around did not escape his contemplations. Perhaps an agreement such as this could work if this Bastille was honest in his proposal.