"Not even on my word as Queen?" she asked, looking at him sideways. Handy's helmet betrayed nothing. She smiled, rolling her eyes and letting out an exaggerated sigh. "Oh, what to do, what to do. It would seem we cannot come to trust one another as we have no means of assuring the other will keep their word." Here it comes, the typical 'what choice do you have' shtick where the party who thought they had the advantage tried to strong-arm the other into doing what they wanted. Handy had a retort for that, and he was ready and willing to— "I suppose I have no choice but to place myself under a geas now, don't I?" she asked.