Dawnlark Plains Praying for love in a lap dance

While his statements were true, she'd never admit aloud that they were. Instead, she would outwardly deny his claims, counter his words with ones of her own, however irrational they might become. "My heat had clouded my judgement, but you had made it difficult to push past that," she returned. "You should have backed away, rather than giving in." Pot calling the kettle black? Of course. She was aware that she, too, should have pulled away when she'd been given the chance to do so. She should have departed from the territory immediately afterwards in order to camp out within the marsh, and then maybe they never would have had the conversation that currently claimed both of their attentions. Alas, she'd done the opposite. She'd gone to him, she'd given him the necessary permissions, and that was that. It'd been a mistake, she knew that now, but back then she'd been unable to fully grasp what it was that they were doing. Sen had known only what nature intended, but even that hadn't lined up well enough with her civilized thoughts to bring forth the true meaning and consequences.

The response she'd received in regards to her mention of killing any children born—assuming she was even pregnant—had caught her by surprise. He wanted to father them? It seemed absurd. "You wouldn't want for them to be killed?" the serpent questioned, ignoring his query for the time being. Sen had assumed he'd wish for them to be put to death, and she'd have no problem with doing just that. They'd be bastards, and born to parents that knew nothing of what type of relationship they even had. To her, it was a recipe for disaster, and something that'd be better taken care of if stopped at the source. But, as she'd come to realize, Depp did not feel the same towards the situation as she, which was bound to cause any number of issues to arise.