Ocelot let out a strained grunt. Then another. And a few more for good measure. His wrists tugged at the restraints holding them together so tightly it hurt. The same went for his ankles, and after a few more minutes of struggling, he realized where he was: an enemy airship! He had no recollection of ever even getting knocked out. One minute he was about to get lucky with a lost little camper, and the next he was... Here. He looked around in both confusion and frustration before his eyes landed on you. Of course. You weren't some stranded poor soul in the forest—you were a spy! It made him feel all too silly for falling into such an obvious seduction trap. He was too busy scolding himself to notice the lack of violent interrogation usually held on captured enemy soldiers. What exactly did you want him for..?