king zeller 's head tilted as he brushed back his floor-length , dark silver robe to place his hands in the pockets of his designer holey jeans , his gaze not leaving mine for a second as he slowly and quietly drawled , `` queen ruckler , when you do , '' a cruel , sensual curve of his lips , `` fall to your knees before me , it will be because you ca n't stop yourself , not because you tripped at a distraction . ''