Callisto's eyes flinched as well... though more as a by-product to the knees of the beast collapsing to the ground. It wouldn't exactly be for the same kind of empathy that La'Cael'Rah felt, rather one of amusement and admiration. Whereas she had undertaken to tease the beast... to bring him to his brink and leave him so mercilessly hanging, she had brought a stunning attitude of defiance from him. It was only when he had the gall to demean her with his<em>expectation</em>of her completion... with his<em>order</em>that his pleasure be completed... that she found herself agonizingly exposed to potential lecture from the Queen.<br/><br/>This creature, while able to speak, was a beast... a strength that could captivate Callisto's imagination but he was also a liability to her. When bound, she wouldn't have needed to treat him in the way that the Queen did. His obedience was all but assured, any lack of obedience did not come hand in hand with risk of rebellion. Freed however, M'Gul's strength truly was superior to her own. She could frustrate him with a series of practical abilities her immortality and conniving persona afforded her, but she could never outright wrestle a Minotaur to the ground as blatantly as the Queen had just brought him to collapse before her.<br/><br/>That...<em>that</em>was where the admiration came in. Callisto's strength was not inconsiderable, it truly wasn't... but her decision to not abandon her human form ensured that she would never have the same physical strength as a demon like Sakkara or the agile use of wings allowing flight such as Belphegor. Callisto worked like a snake in the grass and among humans on earth, she could fit in to any army at any time period. Callisto's strength was near God-like on earth... her ability to come and go like the wind made her a true Goddess among mere mortals. -... And she fed...<em>oh did she feed.</em><br/><br/>Here in hell, the Queen was the embodiment of everything Callisto could aspire to be. Her size was not abnormal, her form was not unbalanced, she had a flawless complexion and the aura of a refined elegance itself followed her wherever she went. Even in this... her strength was incredibly impressive to Callisto. The Queen had advanced to such a state that Callisto had to take a single side-step simply to see her behind the massive beast and to watch him collapse as he did... it was enough to make her wonder about the forceful strength applied.<br/><br/>It was of course, a two-edged sword, no doubt the creature's high sensitivity to the attacked region was just notable as the strength applied, and again, to justify the quirky smile that wanted to shape on her face, she found her eyes drawn to the scampering movements of the fae above. What was even more amusing to Callisto, what caused any idea of a cringe to morph directly into a near cruel grin as her lower lip fell between her teeth was the immediate stuttering of the beast.<br/><br/><strong>Yes. I kneel! I kneel!... S... Stop!</strong><br/><br/>It was almost out of place. The darkness in his tone had been so mysterious to her, the aggression, the pent up tone of an ultimate predator so used to speaking down to his prey. Callisto was often the same way, though her voice was always casual... no less condescending, but casual, flirtatious, almost laughable. The exhaling grunts with which his words were spoken in sheer desperation found Callisto's palms remaining on her coiled whip and the hilt of her sword despite seeing M'Gul slant his bovine head forward against the Queen's thighs.<br/><br/>She didn't step back, nor did her expression change immediately and it was enough of a show that the Queen was in no immediate danger or in fear of losing control yet. Callisto's eyes travelled down from his head to his palms. Oh those large hands that deceivingly buried the Queen's upper wrist and hand between them still indicated that his fingers were far too large and bulky to actually pry her palm away from him without even further hurting himself.<br/><br/>Her fingers were latched on mercilessly, like a parasitic symbiotic creature that would need to be delicately withdrawn and M'Gul's size worked against him in this regard. Even if he<em>could</em>force the Queens wrist away with his strength, it would simply result in her pulling harder, in fact it could be seen that M'Gul would feel the added tension to his balls just based on<em>his own</em>pull.<br/><br/>Callisto's eyes returned to the fae who's movements were near impossibly silent for one his size, though even he was unable to avoid the light rustling pitter-patter of his feet and palms against the chipped earth itself. He now settled behind her and it immediately brought her brief concern that he might be trying to sneak away to a halt. Her debating point to him would have been very clear, nearly unspoken... a simple gesture of her head tilted towards the growling desperation of such a considerable beast would be all she'd need to indicate to La'Cael'Rah that he probably didn't want to have the Queen displeased with him.<br/><br/><em>And of course... people generally didn't like being hunted by Callisto either.</em><br/><br/>A single step to either direction, and her voice would have uttered the slightest condescending reminder asking him if he had somewhere to be... or if he<em>'really thought that was a good idea'.</em>Of course, the way he remained fixed instead earned the slight tilt of her head and curious glance. She now found herself sparingly tilting her head back and forth to keep an eye on both M'Gul and the Fae behind her. It was so much easier when they were all directly in front but... what was she going to do?<em>Ask him to move so that she wouldn't have to look back and forth? Unlikely-!</em><br/><br/>She probably should have remained silent... she could have... but somehow, the way she was spoken to by M'Gul only made this scenario that much sweeter to her.<br/><br/>She crouched down as his fall to his knee brought him surprisingly shorter than she thought would be the case. His head had been buried forward against the Queen's thighs so she didn't have the audacity to lean forward and speak to him, but from her slight posture behind him, she let her own voice trail with a scoffing insult. It wasn't blatant or rude, it was sensual in nature, as though that attitude itself was what a creature like M'Gul would find more insulting than any kind of bar-room slang or blatant insult.<br/><br/><em>"I'm sorry... I couldn't hear you... what did you say?"</em>Callisto's tone was smug with satisfaction, really laying it on to M'Gul that he was reduced to begging on his knees, something she was fairly sure he hadn't had to experience much of. Sadly... Callisto also knew that no one really liked a brat. Everyone could recognize 'that friend' in a group who was always the first to get lippy, but also the first to disappear if violence broke out.<em>Ironically-... <strong>they were also the first to speak again after the violence had passed!</strong> as though to take credit for a beneficial outcome.</em><br/><br/>In this case... Callisto couldn't have brought M'Gul to his knees like this without manipulating the hall's worth of chains and her fire. It would take quite a bit of work to do it and the Queen had done it in less than a dozen seconds. Callisto's attitude could have easily been seen as brat like... acting condescendingly to him while he was in this predicament when she knew full well she was all but begging him to willingly bow to her before. He was an affront on Callisto's pride... he was her failure because she had turned him from her successful capture, to her disorganized presentation. She had released him and now... he was a liability to her. All of this lead her to be unable to resist poking slight fun at him and yet, like a child who successfully 'blames' their sibling only to get themselves in trouble because they can't avoid winking or sticking their tongue out at them after they've been sent to their room ... Callisto found herself extremely sensitive to receiving a disciplinary comment from the Queen herself or simply put in her place.<br/><br/>So what did Callisto do?<br/><br/><em>What else-...? She turned her head to La'Cael'Rah!</em><br/><br/>There he was... the epitome of innocence, confusion, curiosity.<br/><br/><em>"-... or did you say something?"</em><br/><br/>Oh yes. Smooth ... she was oh so smooth. Her condescending remark to M'Gul was immediately morphed into an innocent presentation of curiosity in regards to the<em>nothingness</em>that La'Cael'Rah spoke. But if the Queen were to scold her for mocking the creature while he was down... or if M'Gul were to become angered, Callisto could so easily state that she thought La'Cael'Rah had said something and that this was all a big misunderstanding.