When he was informed, in no uncertain terms, that the one before him was not of his kind, their was a sort of rapid change in facial expressions. Confusion led into panic, which led into confusion, which then led into skepticism, and then, finally, back to confusion.<br/><br/>A confusion that did not get to last too long, as it was soon replaced by fear and pain. He felt himself being restrained in the most uncouth fashion possible; by the hair! Damned dirty things, why must they muss his hair so? And wait, what's that--<br/><br/>"No!" He squeals out, but without even a token amount of trying to resist or break free; deep down, he knew that was not possible, and would likely just provoke his captors, so he quietly bore the injury and indignity of the blade, and the loss of blood.<br/><br/>Once he had been freed, his initial reaction is one of simple fear; he curls up into a ball, hands wrapped around his knees, knees pulled in close to his stomach, head pressed into his lap; and of course, he tries, once again, to just hide, to vanish from their sights, but that little charm of his just doesn't work.<br/><br/>He initially shows no effort or desire to change his position or obey any commands given, but when the guard reiterates the Queen's order, he slowly pops his head out, and looks at her with what humans would call 'puppy dog eyes', as if she could possibly spare him and release him.<br/><br/>But no, he sees that will not do, and before they can get hostile with him, he starts to crawl along the ground over towards the Queen's side. All the while, his invisibility is set up, just out of habit and compulsion more than anything else; it was a natural reaction for him. Just the teeniest tiniest bit of fear would put him into that state, and only being comfortable, or a tremendous exertion of will on his part would stop that weak glamour from working; even if he did realize, on some level, that it was not doing him any favors.