She was vain.  Dahlia knew this, knew that it infuriated most of the other agents in the M16, hell; infuriated everyone who wasn't an agent and worked in M16 as well.  She adored that fact, and loved to test ways that she could increase her pompous attitude; simply to see if it would cause her fellows more of an annoyance.  Bit of a sadistic streak, Dahlia had.<br/><br/>"And spiking a lady's drink isn't an insult on breeding or education?" Amy replies calmly back, showing otherwise no sign of disturbance over the fact that her drink had been laced.  In truth, she was boiling inside.  How could she have been so foolish as to trust an agent, regardless of the fact that he was a fellow M16, she should have known better.  An agent was an agent was an agent.  He would do what he had to in order to finish a job.  Even it was something as classless as this.<br/><br/>He'd learned it at Oxford had he? Well that was bloody wonderful.  She briefly wondered what else they were teaching university students these days; since apparently, the use of basic date rape drugs was now in their curriculum.<br/><br/>"Tell me, Mr. Percey, what would you have done if I'd agreed, and still drank from this glass?" she questions; eyes narrowed as she feels the fog cloud her vision.<br/><br/>Placing her cigarette down on the small table next to her; Dahlia raised her sunglasses back up her nose; and calmly fell unconscious.