Callisto's lips twitched into a slight grin of satisfaction. It was fought of course... but no less evident. She reeked of a student who had been heckling with another and as the teacher walked down the hall, she had the courtesy to say the right think and observe the right posture while the other student makes a fowl remark to be caught at the wrong time. It is a very stringent scenario to consider but the base-line principle of Callisto's satisfied grin came with the knowledge that M'Gul had just said the wrong thing at the wrong time...<br/><br/>-...<em>to absolutely the wrong person.</em><br/><br/>Callisto watched as the Queen approached, her grin attempting to straighten out as best she could, but not really able to turn her head away in disrespect of the queen. Her eyes fixed on random points of the wall... often turning to the fae above her. For better or worse, he'd give her the perfect excuse should her queen make a remark about how she shouldn't look so coy. La'Cael'Rah was more amusing by the instant and would give her the perfect opportunity to point him out as being the reason for her silent chuckle and painfully restrained smile of satisfaction.<br/><br/>Anyone smaller... and the cringe on her face would have been more notable, the very words that the queen spoke had her torn. On the one hand... the queen was mentioning that it was her task to see the satisfaction guaranteed... a notion that Callisto would find herself quick to dispute. The queen herself however seemed even quicker to dispute it as her attention turned to bringing the creature to kneel before her. Callisto could only see the interaction from an odd angle, but the sharp vocal projection of the queen and the swift motion of her arm disappearing from her line of sight left Callisto's eyes to dim.<br/><br/>Demanding that he kneel... gripping him as Callisto was left to assume she had... she couldn't tell if the queen grabbed his firm member or the less firm sack beneath, whatever the case... it couldn't have been pleasant. Suddenly, she found herself immediately flattening her left palm on the hilt of her sword, her whip twirled into a multi-layer circle on her belt became the new resting point for her right hand. Should the creature make a wrong move, her instinct prepared her to quickly snap the whip towards him, coiling it's neck like some kind of extended leash...<br/><br/><em>He couldn't listen... he just couldn't listen.</em>she thought to herself... eyes sparingly returning to the fae above her... again renewing the occasional half-grin that just couldn't be fought.