Deep crimson eyes remain affixed to the lithe painted shape of the mare as she speaks. As she is a former leader, Carthage is not surprised that she has had dealings with the bachelors before. The Lagoon's brotherhood, he imagines, has picked at many herds over the years. However, this is the first time they have made the mistake of needling him.
Parvati says that she, too, has lost a daughter to the men and manages to surprise the dark bay by making an offer: she would go and 'reason' with them, return Clio to him-- for a price, of course. The price in question? Naming her as queen. The anger that has historically plagued the dark male eases into a more subdued state, intrigued by Parvati's proposition. That she would offer herself to be of use to him feels like an opportunity. That she desires the position of queen at his side greatly enough to do so pleases him greatly.
The stallion raises a brow quizzically, a smile quirking at one corner of his dark maw. Carthage is not one to question a gift. "That you offer to help me with such a task is an admirable gesture, Parvati," thrums the blood-dark male. The crest of his neck dips as he nods in her direction. An acceptance. A loose misshapen curl of dark forelock falls over to obscure his vision of her. "Very well," he states with a small nod. "If you can bring Clio back to these shores, I will gladly take you as my queen."