Mike stands there, abruptly lurching back into control of his own body, and he nearly staggers. He looks around, bewildered, and then stares at the Andalite.
"I...erh," he stammers. "Efaen. Efaen, I was wondering. If...you'd...listen to a proposition my brother and I have for you."
He sucks in a breath, glancing warily at Serid and then continuing, his gaze on Efaen's main eyes.
"You see, we have a unique opportunity to build a relationship between the Yeerk people and the Andalites. More than we ever have with War-Prince Ossanlin, or..." Again his gaze flickers to Serid and back. "Or with anyone else. We need your help, you see. Your vast knowledge of both the Yeerk Empire and the Andalite military make you invaluable. More valuable even than Terenia."
<<Sorry, sorry, I'm making this up as I go along!>> he cries, swallowing before continuing.
"If you would consider joining the Yeerk rebellion in order to conduct subterfuge against the Yeerk Empire, we would be honored to have you. You have my word, whether you take it is no concern of my own."
Frantically wondering what Corliss would do in this situation, he bows his head slightly to show his gratitude, and his complete vulnerability.