He had clearly mistaken Caer'tais's gentleness for weakness and her curiosity for mockery. While water may seem innocuous, it is still grandly capable of considerable flooding or even cutting down a mountain over time. Her curiosity turned to alarm as this Fey pulled his lip back to snarl at her. Inwardly she wondered if it was just his terrible demeanor that had placed him here as she waited for his answer. Then she felt the consumptive power under the slender digits of her hand and frowned. Angelic features twisted as that pulsing power heated her fingers, at last withdrawing them from his surly person. Soft blue eyes watched the remnants of healing water as they moved off his chest and she half expected to see the droplets ungratefully rendered to steam. But though she could feel the heat of his magics, it did not entirely appear that they were opposite her own and could have a darker purpose indeed.<br/><br/>Then a rumble left his chest again as deep baritone began it's barrage of insults toward his would be key to freedom. The frown only deepened. She now took a step back from him and the swirling mists returned again but only to shroud and eddy around her ankles. Soft whispers of warning seemed to issue from the gathering droplets toward their mistress as she thought of what to do before she even answered him. True, she was achingly lonely. Truer still, he was incredibly beautiful to look upon. But his warnings had at last burrowed into her lonely heart to cause her pause. He had given her his name willingly. That had shocked the little nymph as names were power in this world and not to be given freely. She had no doubt that he was telling the truth for as he spoke the lyrical name, she literally felt a small binding magic between them. She would not be allowing even a small amount of the power to control her given his current churlishness; he would not know the pleasure of her identity.<br/><br/>The budding rose mouth opened to speak but was frozen in time as that churning rumble made it evident he was not done speaking. His full lips continued to thread out harsh words and scenarios regarding her stupidity should she choose to free him. The mists about her drew higher on her form as if beginning a cocoon of sorts. It might very well be that this little curiosity could well indeed kill the cat. And like it's animal victim, would likely toy with it's prey in torturous delight. This was not the end of her mortality that Caer'tais had imagined for herself and it seemed high time to just leave this Fey in his current predicament. Besides, dabbling in the courts of other immortals was highly frowned upon though not forbidden. But it was true that she would have to face the consequence of their laws should she desire to break them.<br/><br/>"Tayvan Frey, did they not teach you manners in your high courts? Or a sense of self preservation?" Her head tilted and the mists continued to grow up her form. "I have rarely encountered such a villainous immortal and I am willing to at last heed your cautions and leave you here to think another millennia. Perhaps then you will have learned the proper way to speak to one of your kind with good intentions toward you. You stated that two queens from your court decreed that you are undeserving of free will and I'm afraid you've convinced a third party. Good day, Tayvan Frey." Her voice was calm and quiet as she spoke. There was no need to yell or be consumed by emotion for an individual rightly imprisoned. Her tiny hand rose and sapphire gaze moved to the roots of the thorned plants that held him. She began pulling the divine moisture from their greedy mouths in the ground and they shriveled in anger and desperation, the vines shrinking back down on his form as if grasping toward the water that was being squeezed from the ground below them.