“No.” Celestia quickly dismissed that idea, “…No, or …at least not yet.  Not until I can guarantee he isn’t a danger to himself or others.  And so far he’s done a splendid job of proving otherwise.” Luna appeared put off by Celestia’s words, clearly unhappy at the prospect of being denied her prize.  Celestia noticed this, and continued.  “This isn’t the same as discovering a new breed of plant or examining a strange bug.  This is an intelligent life form.  It’s an entirely new species, one we know next to nothing about.  It’s clearly a combative specimen.  For all we know this is how they all act all the time.  Perhaps that is how their culture functions.  Or maybe this one is merely frightened and trying to find its way home.” Celestia paused for a moment to collect her thoughts; she feared she was beginning to ramble.  “My point being, this thing is not from our world.  And whether he likes it or not, he has just become the representative of his entire race.  We can’t treat him like some science experiment.”