"Order me to do something," Tannusen breathed, leaning against the senechal's front, toying with the buckle to his pauldron, "something immediate and tangible. And speak it as though you mean it, if you would." "I would have you take a seat, Commander," Varel sounded just a touch uncomfortable, but he pointed to the 'throne' several feet away, and Tannusen pulled back from the human. He backed up several steps and felt the backs of his knees touch the furniture, but did not sit. "I'm being rebellious, senechal," Tannusen supplied helpfully, "reinforce your order. Repeat yourself even more sternly. Or even better, push me. Do not shove, because I could fall back too fast and crack my head against the back of the chair, but push me -- into the desired position."