The Djinn understood there would be retribution in theft. It needed not be addressed verbally. The rules were set up so that the employees did not have to worry about one feeding from the other. Stealing such a thing, in any manner, would be considered an attack as the honey was apart of the hive and breaking said rules against injuring other employees. Self-defense would not be considered breaking the rules on such occasions, as much as Management would prefer that the employees stay intact and the issue brought to the Djinn instead.
Marisol would find that changing her stance, posture and aura would not change how piercing the Ringmaster's gaze could be. To others, she might have been less noticeable, but he seemed to see even the tiniest details.
He nodded to the Queen's response. A moment later, Kennet stepped toward Marisol. As he took the girl's hand in his warmth emanated from his skin with a growing heat that added onto itself. "You have been given a gift, Miss Hernandez. I am sure you are aware of such. While your mundane and pained life prior might make you use such terms for yourself, be aware that we are the stronger part of nature. The title of the show tent is nothing but a ploy used as cover for human society to fall prey to."
He let her hand drop and walked back to his position. "Your trailer awaits you. It will be easy to fine for your kind." Kennet spoke once more to the Queen, as the trailer had a scent marker the bees would recognize immediately.