The grin on his face widened a little at the threats.  To go along with her threat, he again showed the queen the images of his knife that was on the floor somewhere at that point.  Each one in his mind was again sliding it into a crease in that hard armor.  Of course that was followed with the thought that the threat was probably useless as he could guess that if the queen tried, she would probably get the same treatment that Kes was getting.  He lastly, tried to force any thinking about the threats out of his head.  All those threats would get them all nowhere.<br/><br/><span style="color: seagreen">“You know… we should probably stop all these threats before she decides to order that thing to shooting us both.  I think we both have a knack for pissing her off.”</span>And to get his mind away from the threats they had been making, Darion immediately began thinking of some very detailed images of how they could burn off this energy.  One or two of them allowed the queen to be on top if she could stay there for long.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>