"I suggest that when the paralytic effects of my attack wear off, you start speaking. At least then, I will give you a swift death instead of allowing you to melt from the inside." With a sinister grin, Cynrik wiped off the blade of his Kodachi on the spy's blazer before spinning it and sheathing it on his hip.
"Now, let's begin the questioning; you see, I have many questions and not nearly enough answers to satisfy my budding curiosity." Spinning the Kodachi in a circle which caused a wooshing sound, Cynrik rested the blade on his shoulder with a light tap.
"For starters, I won't bother asking who sent you since I already have a reasonably decent grasp on it being either Lithlen Jetlensr or Viktor Opurn, so how bout letting me know if there is something like a bounty out on my head?" On his way down, Cynrik kept himself directly in front of the spy as he floated slowly to the ground.
