Matianak was adept at flattery, obtaining information, and even swaying the unsuspecting weak minded to her whims. The woman did not broaden the gap as Kweku closed it. Perhaps in another season she might have kept a much... safer distance between herself and one such as this beast. He was a fine physical specimen, that much was certain as he settled in pace beside her. The brush of his fur against hers was a subtle enough touch that he brought a playful grin to her maw.

The grey woman mused at his response. Only him? Given her own interactions, she was inclined to disagree, at least based purely on appearance and sheer size. Yet his arrogance was intriguing. It made the game all the more fun. It was his reaction to such a thought, that raising of his hackles. To Matianak, it was almost as though he wished to claim possession of the women of Asteraia. And perhaps even herself in this moment. The pale wolf only smiled coyly. Let him be such a wolf. A physically imposing form matched with her mind? She could only imagine the result, not that she was the motherly sort. Still, there were things beginning to fall into place that might just make that happen.

Her tail swayed just enough with her gait, giving a light brush against his flank as it did. Matianak did not reply to his question immediately. Her pale blue eyes met his dark ones with a hint of mischief in them. With Kweku so close, it was easy to reach up. Matianak stretched her neck out to nibble at the fur on his cheek briefly before giving it a small tug if he didn't pull away. With that little tug, or even without it, the woman danced away with that same mischief in her eyes playing on her maw. "If we all had the siren's song in our heart, Glorall would be overrun with would be suitors meeting their doom," she said, slowly taking steps backwards away.

The woman's ears swiveled slightly. The only sounds were the sound of the forest today. Matianak wasn't trying to get away though. She merely wanted to have a bit of fun."Tell me, how drawn are you by such my siren's song?" She still continued with the small steps back. Her hips and tail swayed back and forth as she waited for him to close the gap, humming a light tune in the process. Let him come to her again. If he really did wish that taste, and it seemed as though he did, she did not doubt he would come. And she certainly was not about to stop him either.