His intentions? Oh h-ho, they were vast. They were a black, spidering, vicious thing that insistently, fiendishly to power, to far-reaching influence and control. Were these dark things such promises to whisper into the ear of an arctic queen? Too soon, he wagered, would it be to reveal the bold innerworkings. But... perhaps a fraction. All this the dark bay muses as he watches Parvati's gaze sweep over the verdant jungle.
The tension in his ears relax. One twists away from the female. "I would shape it into a kingdom," Carthage drawled, the words dripping in his velvet charm. "Strong and full of life." Nevermind that he craved control over others, the notoriety of brutality, and relished in knowing that he didn't care how far he might have to go to get whatever he decided he wanted.