He had spoken rather animatedly, to the point where one might think he was about to go flying off. But, as soon as he had stopped, all the excitement seemed to float away and dissipate.<br/><br/>No matter how she seemed to drape herself over him, he shows little reaction... though one thing she will eventually notice is when his--by human standards, large-- member starts to harden and press up against her leg.  Perhaps weirdly, he showed no other signs of arousal.<br/><br/>"Really!?" He suddenly squeals and becomes animated again, once she had answered his question. "Excellent! That means you know how to take me back." Nope, the idea that her tone of voice somehow meant that she was lying... nope, did not register in his mind. He just took her at her word; though perhaps that has more to do with his own naivety than anything else.<br/><br/>Hey, who knows, that obvious desire of freedom might just be the ticket to getting him to finally spill the beans.<br/><br/>He whines a bit, and exhales a deep sigh, as she insists upon distracting him from the conversation with these physical gestures of hers and such. I mean, it's almost like... oh, oh, oh! He gets what she's doing. Possibly, he thinks.<br/><br/>When she was finally done speaking, he responds, though, she will soon find--not surprisingly-- it's not really the answer she wants. "Well, I wouldn't say countless, as I could keep count. Four. An important detail. I have an affinity for details, you see! It is why I am also a good interior decorator."<br/><br/>Oh god, she can probably see this coming, with the way his eyes light up, and their's a few moments long window of opportunity for her to take an action to silence him before he goes off into a long spiel about flowers, and ornaments, and table cloths and... oh god, so many things that he could do to make this throne room look so much more elegant and neat-o.<br/><br/>And one may be left questioning if this complete derailing was meant as an intentional change of subjects, or just naturally occurring because of the way his thoughts tend to ramble on and on and on, much like his words, when he's allowed to speak.