Throughout the whole proceedings, the massive beast stood quiet and thoughtful. It was not his place to speak even though he could, it was not his place to offer counsel even though he had. His place was to simply keep the female that had been seating upon his lap safe and warm, as she required it. Under her mentions and soft motions, it was quite hard for him not to grunt or growl or even yelp. She was too much for him. Perhaps too good, but M'Gul was never one to get questioning his luck too harshly. One the first remark about him as an Overseer, his hands laced over the Queen's waist and pulled on her pale flesh gently, adjusting her over his lap and making her rub against him almost innocently. Just almost, as he throbbed underneath her. There was much they should have done, but that purple-skinned bitch tried to fight him off her.<br/><br/>Stupid female. Even now she had glared with evil, jealous eyes towards him. He could just grin triumphant before her, but there were other powers in this Room that he should be made more aware off. M'Gul paid an interested attention to all that happened, his chin gently pressing and scrubbing against the Queen's hair, soflty, as he groomed her still even now, publically. It was more than a show of the favour she held on him, but also a sign of the Bull's affections for that female. The Queen had been everything he could want, while Callisto had been nothing he could desire more. Perhaps some day he would yet claim revenge on the blonde-haired succubus, but for now... he sat. And waited. And soon, she was displeased.<br/><br/>Her skin changed. Her hair changed. The colour moved from the pearly-white perfection down to a deep black that only the most wicked of females could ever display. And he found himself worried. What was happening? Should he feel... more or less excited? He could not know, but the blades and spikes that grew pressed unconfortably against his fur. He retrieved his hands from upon her frame, knowing that the Queen would most surely wrack against him in that shape. It promised rage and pain. And more. He suddenly feared having her sitting upon his lap. Her form was yet terrible to behold, but just so beautiful in a rather alien, unnatural and inhuman way. She felt yet much more seductive. He had to struggle with his flesh not to touch her again, not to press hard upon her flesh and try possessing her right at that moment.<br/><br/>But he decided against it. The discussion was yet growing strong, albeit he could not comprehend most of the intrigue and tensions upon the room. He would have to ask her about it all later, once they exchanged caresses once more. He throbbed underneath her once more, this time more sensibly against her rear.