Sure enough, their wasn't anything ulterior or forced in his actions; he was sincere in everything he did, and truly that innocent. It was part of his Fae nature. No matter how cruel, vindictive, or petty they were, all Fae had this spark of childishness that never faded away.  In La'Cael'Rah's case, this manifested in practically unadulterated innocence.<br/><br/>Of course, if their were any place that could remove that aspect, it'd probably be here. It's just a question or when does it happen, right?<br/><br/>"La'Cael'Rah". Their was more to his name then this, but many of the whistling, bird-like flourishes in the name do not translate into text well. Nor are they easily able to be reproduced, even for the demoness' wandering these unhallowed halls.<br/><br/>Still in a rather elevated spirit from what he called her 'prank', he enters the throne room with a bounce in his step, and looking just about ready to take off flying. What happens next is exaggerated in the extreme, and yet, it still maintains that feel of authenticity; that genuineness that could not be faked.<br/><br/>He sucked in a mouthful of air, the very action itself audible; it was then exhaled in a ferocious sigh, and the barely-spoken words "Oh. My.<strong>Goodness.</strong>" What was it that had upset him so? Soon, clarification was to be had. He went straight to the carpet, and huffed. "Really, I said it before, and I'll say it again, nobody seems to even be trying. I should patch this up for you before I leave." Yes, he still thinks this is a place he can just waltz out of, none the worse for wear.<br/><br/>As he was examining the carpet in far more detail, and possibly thinking about what sort of material he'd need to fix it up, his cute little pointed nose starts to twitch. He could smell the sweetness of fruit in the air, and it made his heart soar with joy. They did have fruit after all! But, that meant that his previous idea that they were all worked up because of a fruit deficit was wrong. "Hmm." Maybe they just need chocolate.