they are netted by their strings

"You know, you're a pretty handsome guy, Aegaeon."

Just the one offhand (or was it so?) comment was all it took to stutter the Shield of the Empire out of his usual unshakeable composure.

"Beg pardon, Master Minoth?"

Minoth made a face, as per usual, at the honorific; it seemed this, then, was what could take him out of his own saddle. Still, he attempted clarification: "I was just wondering if...if anybody else ever told you that. That you're attractive. I think so, anyway."

How uncomfortable. To what end?

"I must excuse myself. His Majesty might need...a haircut."