Meadow

Her face gives nothing away, but he can sense that she is thinking behind her stiffness. He does not yet know if he can crack her stoic expression but it seems like a very tempting challenge. Unlike most of the mares that he has wooed, Solomon can sense that mere flattery and jokes won't win her. Somehow, he needs to impress her… but that was far more easily said than done.

She assures him that she trusts herself when it comes to her own safety and his lips purse in disagreement, but he remains silent and watchful until she elaborates her stance on his next point. Solomon had never been put in a position in which he could be trapped in such a fashion, but he well knew what she was implying. He had done the same thing himself earlier in his time on the islands. He'd forced Coda and Harley Quinn to the Cove for his own gain, and then Aine to the Inlet to bolster his alliance with Warsaw.

Furthermore, Cicek had taught him what entrapment could do even when it was non-violent. Even when it was meant with the best intentions.

Still, he isn't about to let himself become maudlin here. Not with the challenge of cracking her open to see if she was as interesting as she seemed still before him. "Clearly your taste in partners needs looking at then," he offers dryly, with the hint of a smirk curling on the edges of his lips. "If you trust yourself above all, wouldn't you trust yourself to break free of that captivity?" He tilts his shoulders as if in a shrug, brushing the question off as rhetorical rather than as one needing an answer and lifts his gaze away from her to the surrounding greenery. "Too each their own I suppose, but I can't imagine it isn't lonely here, in a way. A thousand faces to look at but none to call your own."

He turns back to her with a softness in his eyes that hadn't been there before. "Tinuvel is my kingdom," he says simply, not bothering to embellish the truth. His title was not something that he threw around often, but he couldn't help but feel as though he would need every advantage he could get in this battle of wits. And while being King seemed small in a place where so many other men called themselves king of this or lord of that, there were precious few stallions on the islands that could claim Kingship of an island rather than of a piece. "My home is in the Cove, on the southernmost side, closest to the Crossing."

The mischievousness from earlier creeps back in as he favors her with a lopsided smirk. "If you were thinking of visitors, I can assure you that I have a strict no prisoner's rule." He taunts lightly, switching his weight from one hip to the other. "Turns out keeping horses captive is a bad business investment."

Solomon