Fear was felt in ample quantities, but also, hope; just do what the non-fae want, get it all over with, then surely he'd be back in more comfortable surroundings. Back to the home that still had a garden that needed to have some weeds yanked out of the ground. Back to the wonderful mixture of berries and honeyed oats. He couldn't catch a whiff of any honey in this area, and that made him wonder if, perhaps, the cruelty of his captors was caused by a sweets deficit.<br/><br/>Maybe they'd let him skulk off if he got them some. Or, maybe not... hmm. It was as he was thinking how best to flee the metaphorical cage he was in that the Queen was talking, and he murmured quietly. "La'cael'rah."  Their is actually more to the name then that, but the quick way in which he spoke, almost like chirping birds, made it difficult to fully understand.<br/><br/>Thoughts of escape quickly fled his mind as he found himself, once again, physically forced to do something which he had zero desire to do; being force fed the strange liquid. Which, he must admit, was not entirely unpleasant. At least it was sweet.<br/><br/>Also, it made him feel dizzy. Or maybe that was the flowers. Or both, working in tandem. Even as his mind got fogged down by what was happening to him, the Queen might see the guttering flames of resistance, of a strong will trying--and failing-- to shake the influence off.<em> Maybe she'll let me leave after the kiss.</em>It was almost<span class="bbc_u">painful</span>, how optimistic he was. Or, much more likely, absolutely hilarious.<br/><br/>Their's a bit of whining from his part about the whole ordeal, especially as he found her propping her leg on him. But, neither escape nor hiding was going to prove possible for him, so that meant he ultimately had one way forward, one way out.<br/><br/>Make her happy. She wanted a kiss, and thus, she would find herself being kissed; along her leg, small kisses that lingered for but a moment, and which had the clumsiness that comes with being unskilled in such things.<br/><br/>Her hand, too, if allowed to be grasped, would find many kisses placed upon it; along the knuckles, and along the back of the hand, and part of the arm.  He did not, at any point rise, mainly because he was afraid that if he did so, the mean ladies would come back with their sharp implements of pain.