<span style="color: #40FF00">Aaron just kept sorting through prepackaged meals with a devious grin on his face. He knows darn well that Relina wouldn't let anything happen to him. Just as he would fight to his last breath to protect the younger slayer. He ignores Mark's glowing eyes and threats. He catches the granola bar and sticks it back in their pack. "Sorry Relina. Just dug an it out and forgot to look at it. Do you want beef teriyaki or meat loaf with gravy tonight?," he asks while Relina gives Dagger the bottle of blood. "We both came prepared. Don't ask us what type that is. More incentive to not eat from us, aside from the sharp bone cutting though objects, metal stakes, blow torches, let's see, what else is there Relina? I'm not missing anything am I?" He looks to Mark, who's still fuming in his cage. "Pissed off any degree of vampire doesn't scare me. Quite a few have died on the ends of my blades because they didn't want to sit and talk." He keeps his tone nice and level, pausing in starting to rip open the meals ready to eat, waiting for the girls answer.</span>