It would be easy to expect many men--any man, really-- to take delight in having so thoroughly and utterly baffled the succubi, to have stopped her dead in her tracks, and become a nervous wreck. Yet, she'd easily be able to tell, that he took no joy in this fact;  one could argue that their wasn't even the slightest bit of malevolence in this particular Faerie despite the tales often associated with them; including ones of spurned Brownie's destroying the houses they took such meticulous care of.<br/><br/>He just listened to her attentively, paying her all the attention in the world, but not in a judgmental way; he seemed to be more curious, than anything else.<br/><br/>"Ooh, a surprise. I like surprises." He offered her a big, carefree smile, as she continued to tie him up. He offered no resistance with her, but he also didn't work with her; didn't want to take all the fun for her out of it, after all. "As long as their are no sharp hurty things." He whined this last bit out, and she might briefly catch a glimmer of a feeling she was more comfortable with; fear.