Dagger looks at Mark and smirks, trying to hide his laughter. He found it amusing that he didn't sense the wall like he did. Then he looks at Relina, skeptical, he really didn't trust the fact that she said her "friend" told her to have blood on hand. He didn't take the bottle, he just stared at it. Even though The Thirst was biting at the back of his mind, he was too paranoid to even try and take a drink of it. After two centuries of having people try to kill him, things like this drove him crazy.<span style="font-style: italic">It's probably poisoned or something</span>he thinks. He just looked at Relina with a skeptic look on his face. "Thanks...but..." is all he said. The look on his face probably gave it away. The look on his face said, I don't trust you or what's in the bottle. He lets out a sigh, "It's just I have trust issues, and I don't trust what your "Friend" said," he says as he stands there still staring at the bottle. He wouldn't take a drink from it until she showed him that it was safe.<span style="font-style: italic">Even if there was posion in it and I drank it, it wouldn't kill me, but I would be out for a few hours</span>he thought. "I hope you understand, wouldn't you be the same way if you have lived over 200 hundred years and had people try killing you all those years?" he says. He then sits down and is careful not to touch the wall, he didn't feel like getting zapped. He looks at Aaron, "Don't feel like giving you any trouble," is all he says. It was the truth, he didn't want to give the slayers trouble, he had enough trouble with other vampires.