La'Cael'Rah, tagging the Queen and her guards<br/><br/>He murmured quietly, some nonsense in what might be a language of the Fae, but it's so quick, it's hard to tell. He follows along as he is directed, eyes constantly roaming and roving about. He studied his captors, and the environment they were in.<br/><br/>He can't help but notice the dirtiness in this room, either. The corners were, understandably, difficult to clean, especially when one did not have wings to elevate oneself off the floor. And the carpet was... okay, but still! It could most certainly do with a scrubbing of some sort.<br/><br/>He was pushed along towards the bed, and once thrust, none-too-gently upon the floor, he popped his head up just enough to survey it.<em>Well, at least the bed is clean! Its owner has at least some decency.</em><br/><br/>When some demonette takes the time to inform him that their queen is thirsty, he scowls. "This is not my home, and I do not care to serve a rude owner." Oh ho! Defiance, very clearly lies there. Odd for the typically meek species of Fae, but perhaps understandable, considering he has been dragged away from the beloved family he was serving, and in a rude, crude fashion to boot!<br/><br/>If he were standing, he might have stomped his feet for emphasis, but for now, a petulant expression mars his face as he stares at the one who had spake to him. Oh, but if he's not cut off from speaking, he's not done yet. "And furthermore, you clearly did not pay attention when your mother taught you manners! But, what am I to expect from the Unseelie?"<br/><br/>Though--again, if he was not silenced, which could be done fairly easily, and in many ways-- his attitude would shift. His tone, as well, to one of neutrality. His gaze had shifted back to his surroundings, though. "Though I can understand why She would need one such as I. So much dirt! especially in that last room, it's absolutely disgraceful. It needs a Brownie's touch." This would seem to almost be a thought, spoken aloud, than anything else. And if he were not allowed to speak, it truly would be a thought.