Flattery will get him... well, no, not in this case. But it can't hurt.
EDIT: And the joy of sleeping pills - I can feel my brain slipping away from me. Kieran's fishing for something here, one particular response from Capri, and damned if I know what it is. He's being so good at hiding the answer from her that he's hiding it from me, and I'm the damned writer. Damned character opacity. Damned chronic fatigue conditions. Bah. I can feel him waiting for her to stumble on it, and... nyargh. Sleepy brainmeats.
This is me getting in the way of my story.
This is me going to bed.