Callisto watched with amusement as La'Cael'Rah's commitment to avoiding torture brought him to a physical act of constraint as though he willed his very body out of any possible situation from which noise could be interpreted. The silence that followed brought a smile to Callisto's lips as the natural evolution of wandering eyes scanned the rest of the room. She sat... she waited. In her mind, she had done a fairly decent job of babysitting the fae.<br/><br/>She hadn't restrained him, nor had she tortured him. While both concessions went against her very nature,<em>Cael</em>was not just any prisoner. Cael was the Queen's prisoner. There were unwritten rules about touching the Queen's things and while anyone with half a brain and an above-average understanding of word games could plead a convincing case as to why they shouldn't be punished for enjoying the Queen's prisoner, the Queen wasn't exactly someone that couldn't act without proof.<br/><br/>Callisto's eyes returned occasionally to the fae... her tongue passing out past her lips just briefly as she glanced at the grape within her fingers. She rolled it between her fingertips, as though she were examining a perfectly rounded pebble then...<br/><br/><em>-... she let it fall.</em><br/><br/>The slight motion of a flicker from her wrist sent the grape bouncing once on the floor before twirling about a foot and due to it's shape, it ended up twirling a few times near the huddled fae. It was just beyond his reach, but certainly close enough that he would not be able to avoid watching it slide along past him before whirling to a halt.<br/><br/>Callisto brought another grape to her mouth, trapping it delicately between her teeth before releasing it with her fingers, her lips again closing in front of the teeth before grinding the grape between them like a compactor. While savouring the taste of this next grape, her fingers moved prematurely to another grape examining it briefly... and letting that one fall to the ground as well with little enthusiasm.<br/><br/>Her eyes remained on the Fae, wondering if his sensitivity to a mess in general might prompt him out of his dedication to silence.