With most other people, Carlisle would take umbrage with the implied criticism, the offer to help because he clearly cannot accomplish such a trivial task on his own; however, given his general fondness of Poison (a fondness to which he may never admit aloud, but one he realizes has budded within his chest nonetheless), he steps aside and lets her make an attempt.

"Know you much about insects, Miss Poison?" he whispers, trying not to alert the beetle as Poison nears it.