<em>"Let me worry about the Queen..."</em>her palm pressed against his chest now... using the fact that his hands were tied behind his back and his feet were actually on descending stairs to practically commandeer his center of gravity. She applied force, none too sharp, almost subtle... to bring his chest to struggle to remain seated upright. She was reclining him, her right arm on his shoulders designed to give his neck and head a cushioned landing should her force have a more abrupt influence on him than she assumed it would.<br/><br/>Callisto grinned as he remained partially firm to his conviction. Any other man she had ever tortured would easily go back on their word, lie... retract or otherwise change opinion if it meant they were given something they wanted, let alone how quickly they would do it if it meant avoiding something they truly didn't want. It was easy for Callisto to get answers on earth, hearing what she wanted to hear... manipulating their bodies in order to get their minds to cooperate. The basis of the fight for Callisto was in simply teasing them well... knowing how to elicit certain responses and acquire specific reactions.<br/><br/>Cael was different. Cael's body, she assumed, would be an open book. He already moved about naked, he was always entirely honest and chipper. He wore his emotions on his<em>(non-existent...)</em>sleeve and so when he said something to Callisto, she inherently found it hard to disbelieve him. When he told her something she'd want to know, it was easy to accept it.<em>When he said something she didn't want to hear, she also had to accept it.</em><br/><br/>Only... Callisto was never great at accepting things she didn't want to hear. She accepted what she needed to... she took it in... she listened, but she found herself constantly able to get her way at any rate. Cael's decision to not answer her question because of his child-like conviction actually rendered his psychological reservation more of a game to Callisto than any physical attribute could be.<br/><br/>She demanded an answer. It wasn't a big deal in the great scheme of things. He simply didn't want to kiss and tell. Was that so wrong? Of course not.<em>Except-... Callisto didn't want to let it lie.</em>She didn't like the idea of her question not being answered for whatever reason. It was just as childish of her to push for an answer as she considered it to be childish of him to not abandon one of what had to be hundreds of lessons his mother may have taught him.<br/><br/>Right now... his referral to cleaning only hinted to Callisto that she had to choose her wording better. She cooed manipulatively, sensually letting her arm slide out from beneath his neck and head. Her left palm continued to playfully stroke his chest and stomach as though she were mocking him with the dirt-filled setting that she might take him in. To her... the place seemed quite fine, but to someone of Cael's standards well... he had made it clear it was absolutely filthy.<br/><br/><em>"I want you to tell me everything that the Queen did to you... upon your arrival here."</em>That had to be fairly accurate. She assumed the queen would have taken him to her private chambers, but to vocalize that and potentially be wrong would simply lead to Cael being able to deny it ever happened.<br/><br/>(http://mikes-images.com/eps/maternal/images/maternal_mq_033sd.jpg)<br/><br/>