<span style="color: #80FF00">Aaron knows that Relina could probably put away both, but he has to eat too. He sets aside the meat loaf for her. Not one of his favorite meals even when prepared fresh. He doesn't need to turn and see that the storm's getting worse outside.<br/><br/>Aaron had taken up the path of the slayer at fifteen. He had come across Relina covered in blood on the way home from his first major mission. She had been almost to the point of being feral. A little bit of skill and luck had got the young girl to trust them. When ever he visited that base after word she hung on to him like a wet suit, probably because he was the only one she felt safe around. And then he had been blinded the year after. He had woken up with bandages covering one side of his head and a sleeping Relina curled  up on the side with him that could still see. That sealed the elders choice. He would be protector and teacher from now on. He looks up when she mentions her past. She doesn't often talk about it. He just hopes that he's giving her better living conditions than what she had.<br/><br/> "Just watch," he sighs when Dagger mentions people trying to kill him. He knows Relina will prove that the blood is good.He wonders just how many personalities Mark has. How smart do you have to be not throw explosives when you can't get away from there effects? He isn't surprised in the least when she takes a small shallow of blood and doesn't spit it out. He is rather amused by both the vampires expressions. "Come over her and get cleaned up kiddo. Dinner's done."</span>