"You came down here like half of the other rulers did before you, and you seek the same thing. My answer is no," Chrysalis responded in a monotone, deliberately obfuscating her true voice as an insult. That got the younger queen's hackles up. She could see it in her eyes, though her face did not betray it. Impotent fury was always her favourite emotion to feed on, and she'd be damned if she didn't spend her last days feeding on what little she could elicit out of her would be tormentors. Pity she had no luck so far. No changeling worth their salt let their emotions reach in a position where another could feed off of them.