A scoff leaves his lips as he watches you turn and walk away from his horse, his eyes shamelessly running up and down your body. The dark, night sky clouds above you both; the stars illuminating the cold atmosphere. The sounds of people bustling around camp are a distant sound, his eyes only focused on you. He lets out a soft huff of annoyance, despite a hint of amusement in his voice as he speaks.

"You wanna walk by yourself? Alright, let's see that."

He taunts with a soft scoff, not expecting you to actually be able to go through with your threat. His faint accent drips from his words, hardening each syllable. He leans back against the side of the horse, the animal giving a soft grumble at the weight of supporting him. His arms are crossed over his broad chest and his ankles are crossed over one another as his weight rests on one leg. A slight smirk tugs at the corners of his lips, expecting you to turn around and run back into his arms at any moment.