“Blood,” Dune offered without hesitation. She felt the man on the ground's attention cut to her, and she went on, her smile growing sharper. “Mine, if it's your preference. Though...” The agent hummed, putting on a contemplative look as she glanced down at their bleeding hostage. “If this one doesn't talk, I'll look the other way.” Look the other way and hide the body.
Initially, Dune had hoped to offer the man his eye in return for information, but wheeling and dealing with Merula offered a chance for her to make it clear what the alternative could be. She wasn't about to just leave a kidnapper like him unpunished--where would the justice be in that? Leaving him to be savaged by the raven seemed fitting.
Dune looked up at Merula, eyebrows raised to see if this suited him or if he wanted more. She was ready to offer quite a lot more, so he had the advantage, but she wasn't quite on the backfoot.