She had underestimated his self control.

Rather than caving to her teasing, he seems to be determined to switch the tables. He may be asking with his body, but if he was under any impression that she would beg for it, he would be sorely disappointed.

His insult - true though it may be - elicits a surprised hiss of anger and her gaze flips back to him with a sneer on her pink lips. Who in the hell did he think he was talking to?

Vanya steps forward, disregarding his kisses and his secondary comment, choosing instead to try to put some distance between them two of them for the sole purpose of lashing out with both hinds. As they regain purchase on the ground, she continues another few steps, tail lashing, before whirling to face him once more.

"Optimistic, aren't you, King Rougaru." She sneers his name, fluted ears lost in the plume of her mane. "Even old and homeless he promised to fuck me better than you."

She hurls the words at him, willing him to react. Vanya was nothing if not a proud creature, difficult and vain. If he was unwilling to bow to her, he'd have to learn how to make her submit to him. She was not about to come to him willingly.

She casts her eyes to the treeline, dragging in a breath of the so called paradise. Other males were clearly here, even if they hadn't come to welcome her as he had. Glaring daggers at the stallion, she continuned, emboldened with the knowledge that it didn't matter how many ended up between her legs now. She had every tool of seduction available at her disposal now. It was only a matter of time before she could someone that could take her away. "I'm sure there's someone else on this forsaken island that would enjoy the privelege."