Gael stared at Carlos, his eyes searching over the man's face as the false mask seemed to crack across his. It wasn't, Gael thought, that he wasn't capable of turning the tables- he'd had his fair share of moments of taking full control. He wasn't even that he couldn't tie Carlos up, or drive the man crazy. It was, rather, that a part of him wasn't sure he trusted that power right now.

It only took a moment, though, Gael he look down with a softer smile before he looked up again. "Oh, Cheri, it doesn't quite suit you to call me that." He murmured as he leaned in to Carlos again. "You will have to learn Français vraiment rapide si vous voulez me laisser contrôler." He said, sweetly despite the mischievous glint in his eyes. "Apportez-moi le bleu. Et l'un des bouchons, afin que vous puissiez être remplis pendant que je me fous sur vous."

He would have to give Carlos a metal if he understood all of those instructions. "Oh et un anneau de coq, non? Ou deux, de sorte que nous ne finissons pas trop vite."