She hummed softly at the press of his lips against her skin, and relished in the sense of triumph that his touch wrought. Even in the beginning of their relationship, when their every interaction had been a complicated mix of pride and lust, Vanya had known that there was something intriguing about the Wolf King. The pull she felt for him had been a large part of the reason she'd walked away in their first interaction. It had been so different from the casual attraction that she'd grown accustomed to feeling for the men that made eyes at her that she'd pulled away.

Thankfully, for both of them, he'd come back for her anyway.

Vanya can feel his heart rate increase as he stands beside her, and allows a smug smile to ghost across her lips. She may be mature now, and her body may wear the marks of a mother who had borne multiple children (no matter how hard she worked to prevent these indicators), but she could still make his blood race in that handsome, chiseled chest.

Again, her wolf king murmurs praises to pad his chances of success, and she allows her grin to curl more deeply on her lips. However, when he begins to explain, some of her glowing amusement fades and she finds herself contemplating exactly what it was that he wanted her to do. The task was most certainly suited more for someone like her than Monster. Vanya could easily imagine how the bullish tobiano mare would have handled a diplomatic mission after witnessing the fallout from her trip to the Ridge.

However, it was not a mission with a high chance of success. She would have felt more confident if the Shore had been lead by a man, or even if Xiomara had been inclined to like women the same way that Faolain did. Strictly platonic relationships, especially with other mares, were not something that she had much experience with. Taunting a boy into making a mistake? Easy. Luring a lust-crazed stallion into giving her a crown? A little harder, but she'd still managed.

But being friendly enough with Xiomara to elicit an alliance from her? It sounded nearly impossible. And in it's impossibility, Vanya read the hint of a challenge. Clearly he had already tried to bend the bald-faced Queen to his will and proven unsuccessful, and they both knew that Monster would not have the patience to play nice. If it were a task that even could be accomplished, it would have to be her doing.

"Mmm," Vanya murmured, drawing the sound out to buy herself time to think through the advantages and risks. She may be best suited for the task, but accepting it still came with risks… as did denying his request. If she tried but failed, it would open an avenue in which Monster or Rougaru could find her unfit for her position. Likewise if she refused the task in the first place.

In truth, she had no real option but to accept it, and they both knew it.

"You mean there exists a woman yet that you have not been able to charm?" Vanya teases him idly, no malice in her tone. Rougaru did not compromise himself to bend to the tastes of women, and as such, there were plenty that found him too fierce and too wild for their palates. Her gaze cuts sharply up to him in appraisal, but she already knew what her decision would be. Dragging it out was just a bit of foreplay, really.

"Are you not afraid she will win me to her side?" Again, another idle threat and the soft bell-like laugh gave it away. The companionship of women had never been alluring to Vanya, and doubly so when the alternative was Rougaru. She reached out boldly to nip lightly at his shoulder and danced a step or two forward before tilting her head coquettishly to favor him with a wink. "Don't worry my love, you know how the saying goes… never send a man to do a woman's job…"

Then, before he can waylay her with the ply of his lips on her skin, she steps forward, toward the land of the bald-faced Queen and the nebulous possibility of a better future for their family.