Flattery. He liked that. He had to wonder who the flattery was really for though...instinct dictated it. In the end though, it was just he and her there and then - it must have been for him. Now that brought about a grin to his face, a toothed, sauve thing despite the harshness of his features. Beauty and the beast if he had to think of a cliche.
Though he hadn't responded, he had made his intentions clear enough as he moved to her side slowly but surely. She moved with a grace he lacked but he kept up with her, his strides looming where hers were quiet. Women like the Pharoah were good, strong, formidable leaders but those like her - the lithe, doe-women - they were just as good. It was like comparing deer meat with bison.
He considered her question for a moment though his hackles rose somewhat at the implication of the others. Just who had she met to consider anybody but him formidable? He snorted, arrogant - "No. Just me." What part of the others were formidable? Their diet, he supposed, might intimidate some but...well, he didn't see why. If you were fast enough or strong enough, they were just losers who wouldn't be able to keep up.
"Are all the women of the sea gifted with such sweet voices?" His eyes moved to hers, locked on, unwavering as he bounded along beside her - at times, he'd intentionally misstep to bring their fur closer until he felt hers brush along his. Coming to the woods had definitely scratched that particular itch - or rather, it was beginning to.