Cressida watched him struggle for a moment until he was sputtering for his life and she realized her little joke likely went too far. She spoke more of the Greek to the plant as she petted her fingers over the leaves and vines before it released him and he tumbled to the floor. Cressida looked down at Davian and with her hands on her hips, she nodded to a chair nearby, "Take a seat, Davian."
There was no running away for Davian. His presence in the greenhouse told her a wealth already of what he was doing there, but she knew he'd have to tell her himself. So she set the knife down on the table nearby and then waited for Davian to sit. If he tried to make a run for it, he'd set off the wards again.