The male turned and looked as though he was prepared to fling himself out of dangers way before speaking in a tongue she did not know but quickly humored her with the more common tongue. Amusement filled her gaze when he sated she bit the tail of a king. A short laugh escaped her maw, at the circumstances. “Forgive me O’ noble King.” She teased nipping the air towards him. “King…commoner…you all taste the same I am sure. However, Little King mine, I come and bit the tail of a king because well, why not? You are a curious creature and I love knowledge.” Pausing she thought for a moment though before speaking again a more truly simplistic reason she finally decided to poke around. “Asteraia has a lovely beach, that I will not deny but your home is the seaside. I would like to explore it.” While Menkhet admittedly wanted to know more about the male that visited so should she at least find common ground for passage then why not try to make friends.

When he had answered her question the more digging and teasing side quickly vanished as the dark fem took stock of his words. Her opalescent eyes glanced past the male before settling on him once more. “Is there a question you seek the answer to or perhaps a truth you know that you wish you could change?” The fem was more inclined to a deeper conversation if the male would entertain it. “O’ little king mine? Is it not better to let the mind roam than to shut it in a cell?” The fem rolled her shoulders in a half-shrug before shaking her coat out as if to place her statement as an entertaining suggestion. After all, she was certain others would find her thoughts strange, and even so, her actions were more brazen, though the fem cared little at the moment.

Her thoughts wandered to the previous king if only for a few moments but she was curious to know. “The previous king, how was he dethroned? While I could simply be missing it, I don’t see any scars of a grand battle. As such it could either be a statement of your power or the tongue. I am curious as to which.” The fem said though such questions would only tie her attention for so long. There was a deep primal need for something more than mere words alone to sate her curiosity about the male and until that was tested her reservation would be more difficult to obtain, at least while she felt little desire to restrain herself.

Her eyes gleamed with mischief as she looked over the male, certainly he wouldn’t be such a stale king, right? He had a slight advantage of his perch though yet it didn’t discourage Menkhet. She darted from her place leaping to grab at his tail once more before darting just out of reach be it successful or not. “Come along little king mine. Try not to look down on games yet. We can learn from one another can we not?” Snapping at the air slightly she darted on her front paws alone from once side to the other in encouragement put paused for a brief moment. “If you wish to be a stuffy old king we can sit here and play politics. Trust me I am not as fun when I am serious. "At least, it would not be fun for you.” she chimed in softly.