Callisto watched as the Queen seemed to take this all in great stride. It was fascinating really, every time something happened that the Queen could have been angry at, there was a sense of entitlement to it. The way she continued to address M'Gul told Callisto that for now... taking care of him was the priority but there was absolutely no guarantee that once done... she wouldn't be in for her own private scolding.<br/><br/>She straightened entirely, her bow completed, her attention turning back to M'Gul as though he were a chore that no longer needed to be completed. She could ... theoretically... wash her hands of him.<br/><br/>"Well... your lucky day then beast." She uttered... glancing left, then right...<br/><br/>"You're free to go."<br/><br/>There was a small nagging concern in Callisto's mind that M'Gul might take such great news and completely twist it out of context. How could he do that? Frighteningly simple...<em>he could take offence by assuming that he was not worthy to be asked to stay here!</em>If that were the case... things could be even more irritating. Callisto's own eyes scanned the walls and with great satisfaction, noticed the wide variety of chains and bolts along the wall that she could use to restrain him once more if she needed to.<br/><br/>The day was going to be interesting indeed.