<span style="color: #0000FF">Mark scowls at them. Glaring at Aaron like he was an arrogant bastard. Rolling his eyes. "I don't wish to even have you people in OUR cave. You are freeloaders...all of you." he says acidly. Muttering other foul profanities and other less than polite things. Than like the flipped like a light switch to a calm demeanor. Looking at Dagger and frowns. "You are an asshole. That was far from funny." he says seriously. His complete attitude was not anywhere like it had been before. "The voices say you are not cool for that. I will grudgingly admit while painful it is slight humorous." He says. His tone almost a sherlock holmes type. He looks at Relina and while inwardly fuming was not showing it. In fact he had a very stoic persona now. Pulling out a pair of dice. Throwing them at the wall. Shielding himself when they exploded on contact but were destroyed by electricity. "Interesting..." he says. Clearly interested in the effects. It was like he had turned into an entirely different person...he had. This was the very intellectual Mark. The one who was far more reasonable than any of the other personas. This was the real Mark. He rolls his eyes. "Yes. So you say. I have a hard time believing anything without sufficent enough data or information. Though by theory your words are more likely truthful rather than false."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">Relina sways side to side and looks at Aaron as he spoke. "Um...um...um...both." she says with a giggle. She had felt the vibrations rather than heard his words. Nodding her head to what Aaron was saying. She shrugs. "A lot. Too much to say. Um...holy water. Garlic spray. A lot of other things and um...hey what was that?" she says. Hearing the vibrations of a loud rumble followed by a bright flash of lightning. "Oh...was that thunder Aaron? I can't tell..." she says sadly. Bouncing up and down where she was sitting. She looks at Dagger and frowns. He didn't trust her. He also didn't trust the food she was trying to give him. How odd. Was the ten year olds line of thinking.<br/><br/>She blinks. "Oh...friend says you are going to be the easier one to earn trust from. The other one is only able to be communicated with effectively when he is in his original or true persona." She says softly. Looking at the bottle and nodded her head. "Yeah. I can understand. People try to kill me. Even before I was a slayer. People were trying to kill me and I don't know or remember why." She says softly. Aaron would remember that after all...she had been covered in blood that was a mixture of her own and not her own when he found her. She didn't remember much she had been so little then. Though this was the first time in a long time Aaron would have heard her mention anything about that sort of thing.<br/><br/>She looks at them and frowns a moment. Then returns her gaze to Dagger. "I will show you that you can trust me." She says completely out of nowhere. Picking up the big bottle of blood. Well levitates it upwards and into her hands. Pulling the cork out with her telekinetic powers and lets it fall to the ground. Taking the bottle and tips the blood bottle. Taking a small sip of the blood and then lower the bottle. Blood lined her mouth and instead of spitting it out...she swallowed it. Swallowed it and scrunched up her face. "I don't see why vampires like that stuff...its salty." She says. Not seeing the stunned, shocked and horrorfied look upon intellectual Mark's face. She just holds the bottle out to Dagger. A small trickle of the blood trailing down her cheek. "Here...now will you take the food?" she asks hopefully.</span>