She could have jumped at him. It would have been foolish, but he'd seen many beasts be just that. Her decisions were deliberate, and she'd decided not to attack him. In his mind, he'd taught her something, even if it was only that she'd been beaten in more ways than one, and that it'd be ill advised to continue without a change of strategy. Being broken and naked helped to stay calm, he was sure. He breathed in delight when the wing retreated from him. Her anatomy was fascinating.<br/><br/>She did seem tired though, when she returned his attention. She'd not gotten to sleep that long, and he'd beaten her rather ruthlessly. She still had enough energy in her bones to put forth that disdain, though, and he feasted on that. Her commitment to the stare was easily spent when she turned away from the offered fruit. His smirk was childish, satisfied. But she knew not to flee form his touch, and he felt her tension move with his fingers as he made friends with her marks. She would be able to see his cock fill slightly at that, shifting off the thigh in its new rigidity, and landing on the rug they were both on. In the firelight it looked like another pet.<br/><br/>He took the apple back a second time when she backhanded it softly. Her answer wasn't really conclusive, but he guessed it was the closest to a No her position afforded her. That would not do, of course. And he liked this line of argument, even if he didn't agree. "Oh, please, Aryel. Give me some credit. You know me to have pillaged soldier bases, too." he chuckled at his own wit and murdered the apple further, some of that white, sweet shrapnel landing on both his cock and her leg.<br/><br/>"I ran my cock into an officer just last week. It's strange how strong creatures break the best." He remembered aloud with a nostalgic sigh. It thickened his cock further. "Didn't you ever find spoils after a victory?" he posed and looked at her with curiosity. At this point it would be hard to discern the deliberate theatrics from his own persona - the two had a mystifying relationship in him, always present. It would also be a good guess that this was exactly who he was inside, since he really had no one to behave for.<br/><br/>"But I guess you're right to wonder, and I'll put it like this." he offered, pointing at his meaning, apple out. "Is there any kind of war you'd do willingly for me?" He seemed satisfied with that, and broke off a piece of the juicy orb with his canines, and held the little morsel out to her. It was still not a very forceful gesture, other than what had come before it, which was sexual dominance and bodily harm, and the capture of her people. Those things didn't seem as part of his motivation, now.<br/><br/>He had liked their fight. So much so he'd kept her. It was in his nature to try and have her in all other ways, but she'd charmed him by how she'd allowed him to abuse her. She was not a war animal in the strictest sense, some had been ruined with a sense of primal pride, to always fight, which made them useless company, which in turn made them headless nourishment for the plants. She was atleast understanding her position, and even if it was rooted in so much self preservation, she did make for civil interaction, here by the fire, with her pains and hurts on display. That alone had been worth his efforts in battle.<br/><br/>There was no saying how long his new found patience would last, with his hand out a third time, holding the apple wedge.