Ruger was a watchful stallion. He had not been given much choice when growing up in the Lagoon. To learn the way words played, and even the smallest shift of posture to read underlying intent. So, when Luana plays her words and her body shifts slightly, he quickly understands her intent. She wanted to play cat and mouse, although he had a feeling, she was more of the cat than she played to be. But was not a cat, he was a wolf whether he liked it or not and was not in the mood to play her games with what all he had been subjected to as of late.
“I will keep you company if that is what you are seeking. Put I am in no mood for games.” Ruger said bluntly as he held his position where he stood. Better to tell her now, than for her to be disappointed later with him. Perhaps if she knew the burdens he wore so heavily upon his shoulders, she would not be so quick to try and play these games. But Ruger was not in a sharing mood, especially with a stranger.
“Why is it you have not lured a stallion into your trap? None appealing enough to you?” Perhaps she was like that black spider that lured their mate into their trap, only to eat him after their pleasures were over. On these islands, surely she would eventually find to suitable for her palette.