Chelldon smiled and nodded, a little to friendly today but that was the sugar talking, apparently it made brain damaged mutes quite talkative and cheery... well the very screwed up Chelldons version of talkative would not be what most humans would deem as much. He was a very odd character but years of testing did that.

He grabbed the perfume and, as if it might attack, he swiftly sprayed it in the air and took several steps back. It did nothing. He then sprayed some carefully on his wrist and waited for his skin to burn or tear off.

... It didn't happen. Nothing much seemed to be going on here.

"Done," Chelldon informed Wheatley before offering the bottle to him.