Marisol wanted to take a step back but she didn't; she held her ground but she visibly tensed. Her eyes searched his face and flitted between that and his hand with obvious confusion. Why was he being nice? What did he want? Probably just to make his employee be ready to do her job and nothing more. "I'll keep that in mind," she stated softly, keeping her arguments to herself. She was the host - there were no misconceptions there. She was not any stronger part of nature. It was all the bees.
She crossed her arms again once he let her go, worrying her lip between her teeth with her eyebrows furrowed together. His attention was away from her now and that was good. She didn't want his attention but the Queen did and she preened in Marisol's mind. Marisol closed her eyes, jaw tensing for a moment. "As you say, Ringmaster," the Queen cooed, lifting their hand to wiggle their fingers almost coyly at him. Marisol opened her eyes only to roll them in annoyance and force their body towards the door. Rude child.