Antermina's grin slims down to something less predatory. "Alright then." She whips around and violently stabs a shapeshifted needle-like claw into one of Sileta's joints. In the space of an instant a portion of her antidermis is injected, deposits the relevant information on the most basic rules of viruses, and is withdrawn. She steps back as Sileta regains control of his body. Sileta, for his part, glares. The glare glazes over as he notes the new knowledge, however, and he does not make hostile action. "Is that all?"
"That is all my lady. The next time I send word, it will only be piles of your wealth."
"Good." Antermina teleports away with a mighty boom.