There is no mistaking the coyness of her smirk, the way that those vibrant green eyes stare down at him with a sort of fettered glee. She had spent much time luring him out. The Darkbringer was half suspicious she had plotted elsewhere to lure him into the freelands for some noble-at-heart beast to try and slay him. After all, in this script, he was the fierce and terrible dragon, the nemesis to all the heroes, and he rather basked in such a thing. Yet the deviousness of her makes him consider that it is likely SHE is here of her own motivations. Motivations of the darker kind. It seemed that with his rising the darkness in Molodian was slowly spreading out from even the good hearts, as he is reminded of Ceres.

Her words cause him to growl slightly before breathing out a chuckle. "Was there not your intention, little bird?" Perched as she was atop the rock, she was indeed birdlike, haughty and looking down. A slow tilt of his head, a coil of his smile. "While I am he, THE Darkbringer, there are plenty of other darkbringers in this world. They merely lack the initiative as myself." One can never say that he is not a proud creature, boastful of his own accomplishments, but they were, in fact, quite true.

She rises then dips, a graceful curvature of her back that he admires with glittering eyes. She is not the first to use her female body to entice nor would she be the last but that did not mean he did not enjoy it. Oh, he enjoyed it. Far too much, the salacious glint in his eyes growing as she leaps down. It is her pet name, however, that sets him off, ears flipping back as a growl of displeasure rumbles his lips while she crowds into him.

His ascent to power has cultivated his tongue, given him a suave air of authority, but at root he is a creature off fire, rage, and aggression. Dominance. Her lack of submission, even in most minute, is what makes him drive into her with the intent to push her to the side, a sort of physical 'knocking one of their high horse'. He did not wish to throw her to the ground - not yet - merely to unsteady her as he lifts his head high, ears back and silver cowlick rising. "I am no one's pet, birdy, but I could make you mine. Would you sing so sweetly for me if I caged you?"