She very much wants to take the bodies apart, like they used to in the Drakeling nests, but as there are no Drakelings to coddle and the sweet boy had given her an order, she sets the urge aside.

She hums and tips her head, thinking. "I find it charming. I like that you sound very soft most of the time, but your order was very clear and strong." Poesia gives him a sunny smile, "I do prefer a firm hand at my collar, you see."