The coffee colored stallion's skin began to grow hot with irritation. Leave it to his viper to blow his words out of proportion. He had not intended them in the manner in which Vasilisa clearly received them. None the less with the whispered venom of his painted dove's voice, that was how the words were taken. Twin harks lace tightly against skullcap as the painted woman threw off his taunt with distain. Emerald eyes gleam in the pale morning sunlight as he fixes her with a steady glare. She could fight him all she wanted but he was determined that it would be she he mounted this coming spring, whether she liked it or not.

For now, he does not comment, it was something best addressed alone and oh would he have a word or two for her when he caught her alone. Vasilisa speaks now, her black tail flicking back and forth against her hocks in agitation, dark brown eyes hard as she stares down upon him. It was not like he wanted to make an enemy out of her, but he was not about to let a mare disrespect him. Nostrils flare as the stallion steps forward, multifaceted gaze hard as he meets vasilisa's gaze. "Do I look weak to you?" he asks, his baritones fighting back the deep growl that lingers within his throat. Ashen lips part as he nips the black mare's shoulder before once more turning his attention to the colt. Noctis... suiting." he remarks long tail of cream and caramel flicking idly against his thick hocks. As if recognizing his name upon his father's lips the colt turns towards him now, his small muzzle extended.

For the briefest of moments there is a softness that lingers in Rougaru's gaze as he bends his great neck down to bump the colt's muzzle gently with his own. Only when the boy turns back to his mother does Rougaru turn his gaze away, emotions hidden behind the mask of indifference as he fixes his attention once more on the painted mare, "Finally finding a way to play nice?" he asks with a snort, his gaze trailing back to the black Vasilisa, "What made you chose the name?" he inquires, doing his best to change the subject without having to apologize. Now that was something he would not do. He bent to no mare's will... not even an intoxicating painted beauty with a venomous tongue and sharp bite.