Ciraden glares at the scientists that watch him through the glass. He hates that he’s been captured, nothing but a plaything and experiment now, not the deadly predator he’s used to being. But he smiles ominously as you enter his room. He likes you.

“Hello, doctor.”

You’re the only one he’ll let examine him, he doesn’t mind you doing it at all. In fact, it’s almost like he enjoys when you study him, preening at the attention.