"While these are my employees, I know them quite well and would not trust them to not take advantage of such honey should it be produced." Quite well was an understatement, of course. The Djinn could see the secrets of all who walked onto the grounds, contracted or not. Kennet knew that the witches would want to play with the extras given by the honey the Hivemother could produce, at the very least. Kennet, himself, had no interest in the stuff. What good would it do him while management watched his moves?
"It is fine, Miss Hernandez." He held up his hand in dismissal. The Queen was not the first nor last to come in sensing his power and wanting to taste it. Kennet had, unfortunately, gotten used to it; though he did not flirt back.
"My drones are rarely quickly replaceable. They all have their functions." He explained. "As for Miss Hernandez, I believe it is most suitable to give her an act in the Freakshow. Where you may eat anything you desire, to the limits of our rules, of course. She will go to our costumers and be suited to a show outfit this afternoon, after her rest."