It shouldn't surprise him that she would be testy about his proclomation about having Tavas a boyfriend. The filly was not his afterall, but really where was her sire to say any different? He knew very well that she wasn't genetically his, but in his fantasies their time in the cave had brought forth this youth into the world. That scenario made it twisted that the young stallion he wanted Tavas to meet was his blood son, but reality was they were not related. "We can talk more about that later." He responds to her comment with a snort. For now, finding means for Requiem to keep his bloodline alive wasn't his main priority.

Her reaction makes him laugh. She was so quick to pull away from him, but he knew their bodies couldn't stay away from each other forever. There was a good reason for that. He grins as his eyes trace over every curve and crevice of her delicious body. "You seem to come from a strong family which has made you the strongest mare I know. We may not agree in how we carry ourselves, but I know the herd would look up to a mare like you." The herd would probably even listen to her before than they did him. He would never allow her to overthrow him, but he wouldn't mind the voice of reason on his side either. She could be there to put back together with the broken pieces of his herd and acquaintances if need be. His blunt comments might hurt someone's feelings after all.

"Besides that, you are the last mare I want to lose on this island." He didn't want to make this sappy or seem romantic, but the words slipped out before he could catch them. His eyes quickly avert away and cast over the Inlet. The warmer days were slowly approaching and the grass would begin to grow again in order for everyone to bulk up for the coming winter after that. He wondered what lay in store for his herd come fall when the trees came and the mares came into heat. It interested him to know if he would finally convince Vita Nova to carry his child or if he would have any at all. Warsaw could feel the strong pull of time on his aging body. He needed to work fast to have more sons and fulfill his long-standing debt to the Lagoon as well as raise an heir to take his place.

If all else fails he has Requiem, but he would much rather an heir come from a strong mother like Vita Nova. Plus, if he claimed Requiem as his own Cullen might reign down on him or his son in anger for not giving him up to the Lagoon as a young boy. All this rounded back to the decision of Vita Nova. With the passion that has shared over these last few years, he didn't like the idea of forcing her as he has done in the past with his special interests. He couldn't allow her to gentle him either. Eyes fall back on the smokey mare with purpose. "Will you accept the role as my lead mare?" His body fidgets somewhat as he waits to hear her response.