"Yes," he says, answering the assumption on teaching, while the rest is lost to him partly float-flying, lifting his forelegs off the ground to form a seal with his talons. It's not as easy to get his fifth digits to comply as human thumbs, but he manages nonetheless, and a net of blue qi springs up from the ground and surrounds the few compulsion driven refugees neatly, building higher and then curving inward to meet in a sort of dome over their heads.

"... We could keep throwing people in there, or knocking them out once we've got them trapped like this? As long as we're doing it safely."

Pressure points, no undo strength, and then... having a multitude of unconscious people to watch over.