The beast's silence offered as a replacement, a shifting and struggle against the chains that bound him. There was practically no give which only encouraged Callisto to advance further, within reach of him to such a point that she could stand directly in front of his outstretched arm and almost lean on it casually. She simply had to stay away from his hands which could still open and close his fists freely.<br/><br/><em>"Believe me... I whole-halfheartedly agree with you..."</em>she ushered with a playful shrug though her face gave the mockery of giving the creature's uninterpreted uttering. She engaged as though she were carrying on a conversation with just any other prisoner and the fact that she actually owed him no explanation was probably the one thing that made her humorous conversation with him that much more appealing to her. It would be an amplified humiliation for him.<br/><br/><em>Baiting him to speak...</em>Teasing him with his inability to properly interact with her.<br/><br/>A Minotaur, she had managed to entrap a Minotaur and due to this new emptiness, she really had no one to turn him into just yet. Generally, she'd simply hand over such a beast to one of the other underlings in the level. They were never in short supply because of how busy it was. A great number of serving individuals would happily collect the creature and carry on with preparing him for the queen.<br/><br/>"Normally there'd be beings here... you see. They'd take you... train you... make you presentable..." she took another step forward folding her arms and examining him as though he now occupied her full attention because of the mere fact she had no one to give him to just yet.<br/><br/><em>One simply did not walk up to the queen of all Succubi and ask her to sign on the dotted line for her delivery of a Minotaur.</em><br/><br/><em>"-... or as near as possible."</em>she gave a subtle shrug and tilted her head to the side awkwardly, her teeth showing for the brief instant that she gave her small cringe of disdain. It was the kind of look you give when you catch your friend making a joke involving a death while in the presence of a 3rd friend who had just recently lost their father to Cancer. There's nothing initially malicious about it, it's just a sensitive subject at that point in time. Hence-... the wrong thing to say not because the joke is bad... but because the wrong person, suffering the wrong event... at the wrong time is present.<br/><br/>In Callisto's case, comparing M'Gul to a human captive was rather sensitive. It wasn't that she cared... it was just that she had pride issues.<em>Big</em>pride issues. To allow this creature to think that she felt there was a way to make him presentable would only wind up proving to be her failure if she ended up falling short. Hence... 'Presentable' was immediately downgraded to 'Presentable-or-as-near-as-possible'.<br/><br/>As though she was not stricken by the idea of judging whether or not he could be made presentable, she allowed the palm of her right hand to gently rest against his furry chest. It was the first time she had ever engaged in such an outright feel of such a figure. Her palm slowly circled the thick hairy field before slowly sliding down towards his stomach.<br/><br/>"I would never lie however... I've heard you've been... quite the enforcer at the third level." she spoke, referring to his reputation as quite the vivid rapist. It was perhaps not what most people envisioned in a passionate moment of lust... but Callisto no longer fed solely on lust... she was also able to feed on spite... shame... and the fear of the inevitable shame to come.<br/><br/>Now... her hand slid down just below his stomach, her fingertips gently grazing along the fabric of clothing which was ironically smoother than the actual body of the beast it covered. The loin cloth was intricately knotted and double-folded which made it easy for her fingertips to stretch, curl and gently twist the soft fabric in order to loosen the intermingled knots.<br/><br/><em>"What a... brute... you must be."</em>she articulated a little more quiet, partially now that she was standing closer to him and partially because her comment could have been interpreted just as easily that she was speaking to herself. A brief moment of admiration for what she envisioned to be the creature's primary instinct of lust. She stood just to his right, her left palm flattened against the wall just above his outstretched right arm... and her right hand trailed upward from the loin cloth it had loosened playfully (yet significantly) to allow her fingertips to delicately and intricately slide up and down the nearest horn of his. His fur was ruffled, seemingly warm to the touch and presumably rather prickly at certain spots if Callisto had to guess.<br/><br/><em>His horn however...</em><br/><br/>It caressed the skin of her fingers like fine ivory. The chains restricted his chest enough that he could not altogether turn his head or become some kind of unexpected threat and so she allowed her fingers to delicately roam up and down the dark, smooth item of her attention.<br/><br/><em>"I don't even know if you can feel this..."</em>she spoke quietly, almost in whisper, her fingertips grazing up and down his horn, then gently wrapping around it as she flattened her palm against the smooth ivory-like curved structure... she let her palm slide up and down slowly.<br/><br/>She assumed it might be like teeth. You can't really 'feel' something happening to your teeth. You can feel the pressure on your gums, but the tooth itself doesn't register a feeling and she wondered if Minotaurs could indeed feel through these horns or if they couldn't. Whatever the case, it was a mild curiosity for a girl that really seemed to just let herself get caught in the moment examining the creature. Her hand slowly ascending and descending the curved structure of his horn... if he could feel it... would represent a similarity to a careful yet firm caress of a hand heatedly stroking a member to erection.<br/><br/>There was something to be said about the symbolism as her fingers danced along the smooth exterior of the horn while careful to avoid the tip.