Ciaran gives you an irritated stare. You continued to whip your tail at him until his uniform was covered with salt water. It just served to aggravate him further when you gave him a "bleh" expression.

"Your cooperation would be nice!” Ciaran yells, turning to stare at the shattered syringe. Knowing that he just wasted his resources, he sighs.

His eyes flit about as he turns to face you. “I’m already treating you nicely,” he remarks. “I'll offer you fish as a treat if you cooperate.”