Feeling the tail tighten, Crask struggles not to quail under the menacing glance, his arms trapped at his side. His sword uselessly at his side, and he slowly lowers his head in submission. The tail remains tight around his waist, as he fights to free himself. Still looking down he mutters, "Fine, we all need to...." cutting himself off he lifts up his head and spits directly into Hale's face, although not damaging in anyway, the revulsion causes him to lose concentration just long enough for him to slip out of the tail, and retreat rapidly.