Despite her initial displeasure with him, Harlequin was beginning to find the gruff desert stallion quite appealing. However, she had no plans of telling him that. Not anytime soon. His eyes dance with amusement as he warns her to be careful of smoke and she cannot help but to give him a haunty chuckle. "Smoke is easily displaced... however myself... not quite so much." she taunts, careful to sway her hips in just the right way. After all, with all the mares she had seen around here so far, she was perhaps the only one not swollen with an unborn foal. The sight of a lithe womanly figure must be a welcome reprieve.

However as he remarks that he wanted to show her off but that he did not want her to get to know other stallions like she knew him, she cannot help the cheshire grin upon her lips. A single brow raises as she turns back to him, sleek serpentine arching elegantly. "Oh? And how is it that I am supposed to know you?" she purrs, circling back to slide her frame against his own. She gives her thick salt and pepper locks a quick shake, unsettling the sand and dust that already clung to her skin. She snorts at his comment about her preference to fire over snow. A single lobe tilting as a coy grin slide over her lips as he remarks that he has no enemies. "That wont last very long." she teases. He continues on, assuring her that she had her freedom here and Harlequin cannot help but to turn with a wolfish smile upon her ash dusted lips and a glitter in her dark eyes. "Of course I have my freedom. I doubt you have the time to keep me under constant surveillance. she teases. Not that she minded... at least not for now.

A lobe flickers as he speaks of future breedings. Deep beneath her skin, her heart flutters with excitement at the possibilities. Of course she had never bred herself but well, the fierce gaze in his eyes, the lustful touch that spoke of both power and carnal need... yeah deep down she would not mind it with him. Blackened hips sway against him, bumping against the broad muscles of his chest. Unusually long tail flicks against his lips as she presses herself against him, curling tightly against his thickly furred body. "And if I refuse?" she taunts, a coy smirk upon her ashen labrums as she lips at his cheek. He asks what it was that they should be advising the others and she cannot help but to laugh, "Well, that I am their queen of course." Now she was not serious, at least not until one of them dared to try to make demands of her... but nonetheless she hoped to see some form of reaction from Cain at least.