He remained quiet and unmoving once he got into his position, just watching and waiting. The Queen commanded him to come down, but, he certainly took his time with doing that, seemingly quite nervous. He was still on the wall by the time she told him to ring the bell, and so, he would crawl over there; this time without 'dragging his feet', as the saying went. He rang it softly a few times, then moved away from it, back towards the ceiling, where he apparently felt safe.<br/><br/>Eventually, the guards left, which made him happy, because he was not going to forget, any time soon, how uncomfortable they made him. He would most certainly never clean their rooms! Not even for chocolate. But, possibly for chocolate dipped strawberries.<br/><br/>When commanded to help her, she'd find him standing next to her the moment she had finished her sentence. Just... pop! First he's one place, then, he's right there, in the blink of an eye. Sneaky Fae magic!<br/><br/>He would do as he was commanded to, showing no familiarity with doing this sort of thing--this has never been one of his tasks before-- but with a fair degree of intuition that prevented him from making any sort of mistakes. He just treated her like a piece of furniture he was accessorizing and prettying up; not that he actually saw her as an object or anything, that was just how his mental processes accessed the situation.<br/><br/>And then...the Queen makes the possible mistake of asking for his opinion. He could be heard taking in a deep breath of air, and what follows is a very long-winded diatribe, during which, at no point, does he stop, slow down, or even take a moment to catch his breath.<br/><br/>"There is dust everywhere, especially in the ceilings. So much dust. It's<em>horrible.</em>No wonder everyone here is mean. Too much dust is bad for the soul!" His words would occasionally go from semi-calm to impassioned. "And there is a complete lack of pretty floral arrangements, which probably also makes people irritable and cranky. More beautiful things are needed! Like flowers, and trees, and doilies. And floral arrangements. But, only the dwarf trees, because otherwise, they'll eventually destroy the architecture."<br/><br/>"Also, not enough pastel colors. Pastel colors are soothing, and pretty. Also, I don't see fruit<em>anywhere,</em>except in the hall with the throne, which just is bad planning. How does that even happen? How is that possible?" Aha, a moment of peace and quiet, as he seemingly gets hung up on trying to find an answer to this question.<br/><br/>However, before any words could be spoken by the queen, he was back to it. "Also, there are menacing things all over. And some times, it's not even properly organized! I mean, menacing things, they are not good, and so should go, but also, when they're kept all messy? That's just<em>horrible.</em>No order, no rhyme or reason."<br/><br/>"Also, I am not cleaning their rooms. Not at all. They are mean and bad. Also, the ones who ruined this room are mean and bad, and I will not clean their rooms, either." When he says this, it is the closest thing to a violent threat he could express; but, that also means that it appears highly comical, since it's not violent or a threat. But, apparently, this is a big deal to him.<br/><br/>"I... think that's it. But then again, I've only seen about five percent of the area, so I really can't say. This is a very big house. It might be better if it was divided into smaller houses." He concludes.