He does not comment on it, but Harlequin can see that the laguid expression she gives to him as he speaks of humans leaves him at the very least irritated. She could only imagine what it might feel like, to have such a history, a knowledge and it met with such blank and nonchalant eyes. Infuriating. The thought made her smile. It was amusing, irritating him, he had a way about him, that particular clench of his jaw... the way one strand of his mane seemed to settle just to the right of his brow giving movement to the seriousness of his expression. The filly inside her wanted to comment on the rugged handsomeness of his features, to gush over the jagged scares that marred the painted colors of his skin or the thick curls of his tangled mane. But that voice is small and faint, aged by hard times and observant eyes.

He remarks about exhausting himself on defending his herd and as odd as he seemed against the desert backdrop, Harlequin did not doubt that fierceness. A coy smirk plays upon her small muzzle but she refrains from commenting... at least for the moment.

Twin harks flicker as he gives his proud head a shake, a dry chuckle upon his lips. A single brow of her own lifts as he comments on all the mares he had come across being nothing more than snobs. A scoff of disbelief flashes across her ashen features as she pauses, lifting her head, "Mares? Snobs? Noooo..." she purrs, flicking her long salt and pepper tail against his muzzle as she prances past him at an easy gait. For all her talk of distaste, what she observed of the desert did not appear overly unappealing. Now she was more familiar with the biting cold climate of Tinuvel but well, the desert heat did seem to appeal to the hotblood lineage that ran through her veins.

She stops now, her dark gaze scanning over the rolling dunes and rocky outcropings that surrounded them. "Although a red carpet roll out would not be too terrible from time to time." she murmurs, a lighthearted chuckle upon her lips as cold dark gaze turns back upon him. "The very least a show of adoration and obsession." she adds with a devious giggle.

He remarks of giving her a pass, as though he were doing her some great honor by not enforcing the need for her to bare his foal. A part of her wanted to stomp her hoof and throw a tantrum, wanted to know why he wouldnt make her. Was she not desireable enough? Was she too fierce? Suspicion glitters in her eyes now as sleek dark neck arches, paper thin nostrils flaring as she pivots on her heels until she stands once more before him, her proud head lifted to meet his own. "The worth? Ha! Perhaps it is you who might find yourself blessed." she murmurs, pale lashes blinking slowly over dark eyes.