Trowa rose onto his toes so the urine wouldn't get on his pants, and leaned a bit more. Ehmoi was acting a bit like one of the animals at the circus had when it'd needed vaccinations and been absolutely terrified of the veterinarian they'd hired. Minus the wetting himself.
He didn't think that the boy was feral, though. He'd spoken. He understood language.
"We do not want to hurt you. We did not come here with the intention of anything beyond seeking information. If you keep thrashing, we'll keep restraining you." Hopefully, the boy could see reason.