There was amusement in her gaze, as she felt the fire and hatred that burned in his eyes. Far more than mere annoyance at a headstrong mare. And why should she not be? He had come to her in the commons, a promise of kindness, protection and comfort. She had never expected to be jumped for lack of better terms the moment her hooves touched the frozen bay ground. Well, perhaps it was unfair to say that she had not expected it. Truthfully, she was old enough to know the mindset of stallions as the season progresses. She took pleasure in the game, the taunts and flirting, but to be told she would have no choice? And then to be denied such a choice, yes that was going a little far on his part. Talien was a strong-willed, stubborn mare. She prided herself in the freedom she reigned over the worlds. Now she had full intentions of settling down within a herd somewhere, but never under a tyrant. Liland might try, but he would never be able to break that spirit that burned behind her eyes. It was what had brought her here in the first place anyway. His words bring a loud huff from her nostrils as lips peel back in the form of a sneer. Small ears bury themselves beneath the thick curling tumble of her chocolate mane as she lifts her head proudly, glacier gaze fixed upon him. She knew how sex worked, she knew far more of stallions than she cared to really. Always full of false promises and fake bravado just to find a warm body to curl themselves around and sire their foals. It was all over quick and painless for them, but mares were the ones forced to endure months on end of swelling bodies and uncomfortable weight as the child within them grew and prepared for life in the world beyond. She stomps a single hoof in warning, thick plumage flicking with an audible snap. "Call me love again... and I will tear the words from you lips boy." she murmurs, her venomous tones darkening as she dips her head menacingly. "Do not dare to lecture me on how children are conceived. Last I checked you were the one with a pair of balls hanging between your legs though Im sure the situation could be remedied quickly." she adds with a chuckle, eyes glimmering mischievously as though the idea might really have passed across her thoughts.

As he continues to speak, anger begins to once more rise within her belly, a burning flame fed by the implication of his words. A single brow raises as she scoffs, "As if I would allow one of your mangy mares to nurse a child of mine, even if it was sired by you it will still be my own blood that makes its bloodlines superior." she hisses, lashing a forelimb out at him angrily. "If the child lives or dies depends on my will alone. Remember that before you make your threats pony boy." she finishes with an angry glare.

As he backs up a step, his head dipping and ears drooping, suddenly confusion flashes in her gaze. Twin harks twist amid the curls of chocolate mane as she eyes him suspiciously as he apologizes. "Make up your mind will you!" she snaps, her lithe limbs dancing uneasily beneath her. "Full of threat and commandments one moment and apologizing the next. How can anyone make heads of tails of the likes of you?" she questions tossing her proud head.