Vanya stares him down, her eyes searching his face for the validity of whatever answer comes. Weeks ago, before she'd let Devil's Retribution climb all over her, she wouldn't have doubted Rougaru's obsession with her, even if pregnancy had been involved. Although a few weeks ago she would have scoffed at the idea that she, of all creatures, would end up pregnant without extracting some sort of reward for it. Vanya had been entirely confident in the pull of her own figure, the fervent admiration she could inspire with a few choice words and a flip of her tail.

That was before she'd shaken her own confidence.

Even as the bitter query leaves her lips, she hates it for what it is. An admission that she does not understand why he wants her, an admission that there might have been a reason for him not to want her. That she's lost her touch.

Annoyed, the vixen slashes at the air of Paradise with her tail, arching the proud curve of her neck and pinning the green eyed monster with a fierce stare. To his credit, he doesn't coddle her. There's no false padding of her ego, no mediocre attempts to soothe her. Instead, he's flippant and she scowls, her ears reburying themselves in the silken strands of her mane.

Why not, indeed.

Rougaru doesn't let things linger there though. It seems that unlike her, exhaustion does not sap at his vigor and he stalks through the gap that she's imposed, self confident as ever. She reaches out with blunt teeth, rewarding him with the promise of retribution, should be come close enough for her to touch. Still, she does not pull away from him when his hot touch falls on her skin; doesn't withdraw from his touch.

Her skin burns where their bodies meet, and she watches him warily, internally warring with herself. Her body is ambivalent in the matter, no longer swayed with the promise of fertilization, but that didn't mean she wouldn't enjoy it. Oh no, if Vanya was honest, there was a pretty damn good chance that she would.

The real question was whether or not it would serve her own purposes. Would it serve to bring Rougaru further into her clutches, or would it give him the false impression that he'd tamed her? His murmur makes her shiver, even though they both know such feats were impossible. He could not rewrite history, no matter how much he wanted to erase the grey stallion from the picture. Still, his possessiveness ignites something in her and she chuckles, craning her head around to look at him, at his reaction as she leans her weight back into his shoulder invitingly.

A barely audible squeal as given as he marks her again and she lashes him with her tail, the words coming clipped from her lips. "You talk a big game for someone that didn't put it there to begin with."

She dares him with her eyes, baiting him into a reaction. Whether he'd meant to or not, he'd relit the flame of her confidence, and there was no telling where she'd go from here.