He seemed to become cheerful again rather quickly, as if all the harshness in the throne room was no longer a matter for him to be worried about, but this was a short-lived reprieve; all too quickly, he was once more finding himself at the mercy of a very angry and not at all nice woman.<br/><br/>Whimpers escape him before her grip grows tight enough to silence even that; and though he can not verbally express the fear, it shows all too well in his eyes,  and the tears that silently begin to slide along his cheeks; each stream slowly sparkling and glistening, as if gold and silver dust were mixed in with the salty-water.<br/><br/>When he's finally able to truly breath, their are several sharp inhalations and exhalations, even as he stays within her grasp still. But, perhaps fearing further punishment, his breathing returned to normal... until that most sensitive of places on his body gets handled none-too-gently, which elicits a sharp inhalation, a holding on of the breath, and an exhaling through the nose in something akin  to a sigh.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, her failure to be exact in her wording ends up leading to what is likely to be a bad thing for him, and a frustration on her part. The moment he's freed to show her the way--and show her he does-- he does not stop whimpering. Loudly. Pitifully. She said, after all, without limit, and gave no specifics, so how was he to know better? But hey, at least she doesn't have to hear about his ideas of sprucing this place up, which would arguably be worse!