"Calm down?" How his form paused, poised atop glass and expression lost in those very words. How could he be came? His hour of rescuing could have been just around the corner, there was nothing that could beseech him to be a calm creature. If the Prince thought his own, slithering questions to be overwhelming, consider the feeling returned ten fold. Names were thrown at him, but that's all they were. Either he didn't dabble in politics, or his species didn't. "It'ss a.. pleassure to meet you, Amanti Prince of The Fae." Fae... Fae. Now that was a familiar word, but he couldn't place where he had heard such. Fae... was it on land or in the sea that he learned of it? "I know not thiss Emperor." Truely, he was like a fish out of water, in many a way. How had he come to be here... clearly, he wasn't getting assistance or anything to help him land onto... whatever earth that was underneath his little jail-tank, it was with similar lack of speed that he slipped back into the water with a small splash to announce home sweet home. "I wass never wasshed up, Amanti Prince of The Fae. To better forage for food, I awaken when the moon risses into the ssky. It wass during ssuch timess when I can lasst remember the beach, but I know not how I came to be here." 

In other words, everything had theoretically went black.

"I sspoke. I assked them to let me go-- and I have protessted their force-feeding." It was as simple as that. His brows, also pale in colour, knitted together, a scorned expression if there was ever one to grace a mer-persons face. Arms folded, over his sleek abdominals, especially, he looked more akin to suffering a bad recount of dinner time. "I am... a... we are called Merfolk." Come to think of it, he never really had contemplated the name his species gave themselves. Why did it matter? None of it mattered, he just wanted to return home. To hide in his little cavern, away from everyone else, and resume his life as a night-crawler.  He had few social interaction, and he liked it that way, too. Away from scorn, away from.. this. The water looked cold? He truely hadn't noticed. Well suited for the frozen waters was he-- it had been where he hailed from, originally. Icebergs and frozen sheets, with no sand.

He wouldn't protest to heated water, though. It was relaxing, like the embrace of another, or the feel of the sun when it was more merciful in the summer-- infact, he almost slid down the inside of his tank with a dreamy, sleepy expression. "Mmm..." Yes, yes he was much too content in the warmth to even question HOW such craft had created the waters warmer touch. "...Hm?" Perhaps he was a little too comfortable in the water, now. "Oh. They feed me sstrange thingss that I do not like. No fissh or ssea-weed." Most likely not strange things, probably beef, or chicken, both alien to the waterside. "They force it into your mouth. Why are you here, Amanti Prince of The Fae? What did they do to you?" Because these people could not be innocent. They were nasty individuals, this much he had gleaned. A knock upon the door saw nothing more than a trail of bubbles follow a cowering piscine, it was them, wasn't it!? It was those horrible servants!

"Did you like the ink painting I did for you?"

HISS! It was that horrible Prince! Hell, even the glass received a feral swipe, allowing for a few scrapes across the glass, but no real damage. He wasn't strong enough for that. Inhuman was the screech that welcomed the third voice from beyond the door, though it clearly went ignored by one of the party.

"I worked hard on it. Did you like the freak we sent you, too? Didn't want you feeling like the only weirdo around here."