Why would you?

You had the bitch dead to rights. And you were holding a grudge for the bullet wound in your arm. It wasn't like she had anything that you wanted (other than her body), you were satisfied with her answer and the way things were going you could just ask her again later when she was more... pliable. Not that she was particularly resistant at the moment. You were loving the effects of the bimbification injection you'd given her: You were betting she was a seasoned spec ops commander for this guy Minsk and cold as a stone before last night. Now that she'd been sensitized and dumbed down a bit she was terrified and flinching at your every touch.

You press the syringe into her skin and empty its contents before she can react, "Ouch! W-wha...!" You were looking forward to these results...