He can hardly deny that want the roll of her hips so encourages within him. The action entirely simple, subtle even and yet that simple action pulled and tugged at each and every instinct within him. Some desires had remained dormant for entirely too long, the very nature of his upbringing having seen the reclusive stallion recoil from most intimate touches, the vast majority of women failing to stir any true sense of want within him. Nadya perhaps one of the first to ever coax those hidden instincts from that entirely forgotten place he had pressed them into. It was almost strange to the man, on some level, just how easily the world become so entirely irrelevant when he had this very woman within his arms. His efforts to display his affection for her so far had perhaps been stunted, fumbling and yet those conventional ideas of relationships, dating, sex- were entirely outside the very mould he had so been conformed to fit all those years ago. Nadya was a veritable plethora of firsts in every sense of the word, Frost out of his depth in this and yet the man hardly found it within himself to complain as that heat moved to envelope them both in simple response to her proximity and the movement of her form pressed against his own. Yet for every tease she is content to afford him, the stallion remains entirely determined to tease her back, his teeth pressing upon her lip as he pulls away at last. His hands still resting upon her sides, reluctant to offer her any opportunity to leave.

Whatever words the woman had offered him are very nearly not heard, his thoughts fixated entirely upon the curve of her body and the heat of her skin beneath his own fingertips, his mind almost sluggish in attempting to process them. Assuring the woman that if she wished to question him and receive any true answer she was going to have to remove herself from his lap- as much as he would rather she did not. That use of his real name as little more than a whisper upon her lips sees those violet eyes slide towards her, meeting her gaze in some faint curiosity now, the man almost unused to hearing that moniker outside his own immediate family and yet it was hardly displeasing. Not when it came from her. The woman possessing skill enough to pronounce it without destroying those accented words as so many did. His language so far beyond the reach of most and while he hardly expected the woman to be capable of mastering his native tongue entirely there was something decidedly pleasing in her skill at managing his name alone. He nods lightly at her request to give her a moment, the snowy-haired man leaning back against his chair once more as Nadya slid from his lap to disappear into the back rooms once more, his gaze lingering after her before returning to survey the room at large. Noticing several of its features for the first time now, his power encompassing that room in that moment, the man so prying into the minds of those around him. Far more of those patrons then he truly cared to admit seeming to consider just how much they, too, had admired to body of the woman he waited for. Those fleeting streaks of possessiveness stirring within him once more. After all, it was the very nature of his species. That decidedly equine part of himself one the stallion saw no need to fight in this moment.

Nadya's sudden reappearance saw his own gaze lift once more, watching the woman from beneath that snowy-white hair as she returned, one eye lifting upward at that innuendo before his lip quirked ever so slightly into that ghost of a simper, the man moving to stand a moment later and come to her side. Her slender form as equally appealing in that silver dress as it had been in the hand-printed outfit, the faintest hint of pleasure so adorning his features before they stepped out of that club and onto the street. Frost content to have her away from the prying eyes of others as he fell into step beside the latino women- the stallion offering his arm so effortlessly to her. Dating, perhaps, was outside of his knowledge and yet manners were not. At her query as to just where they were going Frost merely allowed that ghost of a simper to linger once more.

"Out."

He answered simply, entirely content to afford her no more knowledge then that, the man adjusting their direction a moment later. How exactly these 'dates' were normally run he hardly knew, his knowledge of the entire process gained entirely from television shows of Edie's own explanations and yet the stallion was assured of the basis all the same. Frost having placed some effort into this endeavour as he led the way further down the street and away from the main city. The stallion paused abruptly upon the edge of that sweeping park, gaze falling down to Nadya's heels with a soft exhale. The man having failed to consider her shoes and that grass. Women, he was sure, did not often enjoy traipsing parks in heels.

"You shall have to forgive me this, Naja."

He utters the words easily enough before stepping suddenly forward, one arm resting behind her, the other dipping to so catch her behind her knees, hoisting the woman rather suddenly into his arms- the rather slender man decidedly stronger then he truly looked as he stepped easily onto that grass himself, sparing the woman and her heels the effort of it, hardly caring for any protest Nadya might afford him of such a thing before finally arriving at their destination. Frost lowering Nadya now onto that blanket spread across the grass, his own form easing to sit beside her and beneath that canopy of stars and atop that vast, moonlit field- what is quite clearly a basket of food (thanks to Claire) situated between them.

"This is how we do such things in my culture, it is about privacy, intimacy and the more natural beauty of things. That is perhaps harder to find in this city so surrounded by concrete but this was the best I could manage. I have never taken a woman on a date before- you will forgive me if this is incorrect."

It was perhaps, not what Nadya had expected and yet it was, perhaps, the barest glimpse in to who he was so beneath that ever frigid exterior of indifference, the stallion so relishing those open places, the night air and the complete lack of any other being whom might so desire to lust after his own prize- and a prize she truly wise in that moonlight so highlighting that plunging neckline and silver dress, much as it did his own pale hair. Gaze resting upon her now in some indication of how this might be received.