Larksong Grotto Devastation

The female seemed okay enough until realizing the way he held himself, in which she flagged her own tail up in the air. Her lip curled back the littlest bit, revealing the tips of pearly whites, and Charley reacted about the same. Wrinkling his nose, the right part of his muzzle unsheathed his own ivory fangs. Blue eyes bore into hers, screaming 'it doesn't need to be like this', but he went on with the conversation in his silky smooth, easy tone.
      "Charley, Charley Pryor. Brother of Emory, if that's someone you've met."
He wasn't sure if he'd been here first or she was, but as it was rank meant jack shit to him. He'd always naturally been dominant, and surely not something he'd be changing. Compromise, though, was not past him. Charley had no wishes to physically dominate anyone in the grotto (not unless they deserved it), and his was more of a show for a challenge. Was this female really willing to push it as far as that?