<em>"Uh huh... uh huh..."</em>Callisto knew it was coming, she expected he would skip over what she was prepared to demand of him and it wasn't a surprise when it finally did happen. What it<em>did</em>do was allow her to bookmark the point of reference and question him about it further. Really it was like pulling teeth to get this fae to go back on his commitment to not answer her question. Still... the idea of watching him flustered, bringing him to a slight sense of frustration as she'd make it clear he couldn't avoid answering her forever, that enticed her.<br/><br/><em>The problem was... knowing him... he probably <span class="bbc_u">could</span> avoid answering her forever.</em><br/><br/><em>"Oh yes. That was me..."</em>Callisto's eyes rolled as she, without thought provided sarcasm in response to the Fae's genuine question. She had ignored his question about why she was so curious, but she wasn't ignoring this one. She assumed her surprise when seeing him there, her questions about what he was, how he got here... she would have assumed all of that would lead him to simply assume she hadn't absconded him.<br/><br/><em>Still, somehow he was able to ask the question... and she found herself able to mock him with an answer.</em><br/><br/>"Now-... lets go... into ... some more detail..." she uttered slowly, her left palm still circling on his chest lowered to his stomach, and rather than sit next to him, she passed her left leg over both of his, sitting on his thighs as though using her legs themselves to prevent him from squirming away from her was the plan. Of course... he wasn't squirming at all so it quickly became a non-thought.<br/><br/>As she straddled him, she let her hair flick from the left to the right, her head always tilting in one way or another glancing down at him.<br/><br/><em>"Tell me how you've serviced our queen..."</em>she let a lingering tone of skepticism saturate her remark. She had never fed on a Fae before but for all of her very-human appearance, Callisto truly had the greatest of God complexes. After absorbing the power of an Incubus to compliment her Succubus characteristics, she began to wonder what she might evolve into... what else might she acquire?<br/><br/>As she asked the question, she let her fingers coil, her nails lightly grazing the flesh of his chest, not enough to leave anything permanent or even extensively marking, but it was instinctive. Callisto was someone who took great pride in her ability to manipulate others by knowing how to elicit different reactions. It just so happened that with Cael, everything was backwards...<br/><br/><em>"So Cael... let's go  back to the room..."</em>No sooner had she said it, had she uncoiled her fingers, lifting her palm a mere inch over his skin and then letting a brief slap sound as she clamped her hand back down on his chest. It was as though she immediately expected him to sit up and nod his head ready to escort her back to the room.<br/><br/><em>"-... there were these two women, escorting you everywhere. I'm assuming you were taken to a private chamber wherein the Queen decided to visit... countless pleasures upon you."</em><br/><br/>Alright so they might not have been countless... but damnit, Callisto was not going to give up her figurative ways simply because she was trying to torment a Fae who was literally too innocent to be insulted by insinuation! After her brief slap, her palm had remained clamped down onto his chest, more of a clamping spank to his chest than a flickering slap of any kind. Her hand began to slide down the center of his stomach again, her tone made her seem like some kind of hypnotist. She was calling him to remember the events in the Queen's chamber, the piercing gaze from Callisto's eyes almost searching his mind as though she tried to cause him to relive the event for lack of her own eyes being able to interpret his memories herself.<br/><br/><br/>(http://mikes-images.com/eps/maternal/images/maternal_mq_033sd.jpg)