It hits him suddenly, as Alexa slowly lifts herself to her feet and blinks her heavy-lidded eyes, that she had been asleep. Encantador feels a pang of guilt in knowing he had woken her, and her little teasing quip doesn't help. It's all he can do to chuckle awkwardly and try and shrug it all off like water on a duck's back. He moves backwards to give the mare some more room, and takes a moment to lower his velvet lips to the pool's surface and drink long and deep. The fresh lukewarm water is, at least, refreshing in the heat.

He shuffles his weight back and forth at her next words, water dripping from his chin. His ears to and fro atop his crest, and for a few moments he averts his eyes from the mare's gaze. He isn't sure what to say or do; he can't remember feeling this embarrassed in a long time. It's only when she mentions Razvan that he looks at her. His honey-brown eyes search her face as if looking for cracks in a mask. Is she being honest, or just saying that to make the both of us feel better?

"I hope you're right," he tells her in a quiet voice. Still the image of her beneath him as he had grunted and sweated for pleasure's sake persists in his mind. "And of course you're welcome to stay here. You're amongst friends, after all. This is your old home. I'd have to be a heartless bastard to turn you away." He manages a half-hearted smile and flicks his tail to disperse the pests from his creamy flanks. He takes a wary step closer to her, and makes as if to touch her with his muzzle, but thinks better of it.

What if I've given her my child? he wonders suddenly. The thought is frightening.

"I... I don't expect you to ever feel for me like you did for him," he begins carefully, eyeing her with sadness in his gaze. "But I promise I can take care of you. I can give you a good life, if you would accept that much from me."