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Gothel was aware how careless it was of her to fall into such a deep sleep out in the open like this. Yet the lengthy plunge through the merciless ocean had worn her down to the point where she didn't care - exhaustion had overcome common sense and she let sleep grab hold. She had no regrets about it either, it let her catch up on some much needed shuteye and when she woke she didn't have to trouble herself with finding companionship - even if it came from an egomaniac stallion. Her orbs trail across his body, trying to find that holier-than-thou feature that fueled his self righteous personality. Her lips form a smirk when she finds nothing out of the ordinary about him. Though he did have a nicely colored coat, that wasn't enough to think yourself better than anyone - not to Gothel at least.

His words break her thoughts and she brings her orbs back to his. She snorts a laugh at his maliced words as he finishes his speech. "My apologies from all arabs. We don't mean to be the more appealing breed, it's just in our blood." She clears her throat before continuing, "Let's hope he has the same distaste for my kind as you do then. Then you'll have no need to convince him." Her smirk is back now, perhaps brought forth by his kingly laugh at having her for his own.

It was nice having someone to converse with that wasn't a stick in the mud. There were no niceties, and Gothel liked that; no "Hello my name is... how are you?". He had gone straight to the point and now they could throw insults at each other and not act like it was the end of the world. She brings her attention back to him as his voice breaks the silence, auds perked forward to hear every word. A half smile creeps upon her lips at his new name for her, Esir the Captive. Her head cocks slightly at his last statement, "I'm afraid not. Mother dearest was my Arabian heritage and she perished when I was months old. Please, enlighten me Karash Han, I'd like to at least know where this great dislike for me comes from." Though her words rang true there was always a hint of sarcasm here and there. She watches with a pleasant expression as he eyeballs her once more. Though hard to admit, the more she looked at him the easier on the eyes he became. She wouldn't feed into it though, he was already cocky enough - he didn't need her help.