Her fire and spirit were just what he needed, toying and being toyed with was not something he was unfamiliar with. Women in Mira were not the sort to play silent and soulless like some of the more appropriately trained-up women of Maghrib. The women of Mira had equal parts demure chastity and wild, unfettered, longing for the race. Corona would have thrived, he thinks, in the environment of his Motherland. She would have been cherished also for the graying coloration that so mimicked his brother.

She does not attack him, though her defiance of his herding is clear as the quartz that grew in caves he had found to the east. Dancing with her was thrilling, was almost like taking the first taste of a date and feeling your mouth water for more. He and she finally slow, finally settle, sides rising and falling from effort and elation. His brown eyes seek hers as he speaks, though he sounds winded only for the duration of their gameplaying.

"That would be a death worth having, but my heart is made of tougher stuff." He grins at her continued defiance, her lack of worry over something that even gave him a kernel of sand in his frog. His excitement seems infectious, though her control is greater than his to be whooping and hollering like a fresh two year old stallion. He speaks again, but her voice is what he most wishes to hear, not his own. "And you didn't invite me? Guess you'll just have to make it up to me." She chides him, but if Kings and Queens couldn’t make him bow in Mira, a beautiful woman only had a hair’s breadth more of a chance.

He chuckles in his chest, talking about her ability to thrive in Mira as blessed of Shu -- regardless of the status of her betrothal and marriage to another -- but she is surprised by his mention of the word and he guffaws at her reaction. "You say the word like it is a viper striking out with fangs, you know!?" He shakes himself, nerves finally beginning to settle after their race, "You are Corona, favored of our Mira, brought here for the same spirit she has herself -- though she rarely indulges where the rest of us can see." He exchanges breaths with her gladly, his voice a rumble like a nicker, "Marriage is not a thing to be despised among us,"

He dares a brush of his muzzle over hers like none of the others might have risked, eyes gleaming with mischief that spoke of a less stringent upbringing than the other brothers had amongst them. "Though I think I will keep in mind that they have not had the sense to court you yet," he whispers back, "and take advantage of their more well-established propriety."

He snaps his tail against his haunches, and just like that he has established the princely atmosphere he had shirked for their run, their minor flirtations. He shakes himself and shuffles his wild mane. "Shu would have cherished you in our homeland. Perhaps we would have raced in the circuits, even. You would have caused many of the young men in attendance to faint, I think. Women rarely competed with the men, if only because we have bad habits when pursued or pursuing."