Val was silent for a moment. "Mocking, to me, is telling me to go ahead and burn you. I don't care how bad you want it, I'll not have someone's death on my conscience. I will live in hell before I willingly kill someone." She said stiffly. She was tired of his apathetic attitude. "Stop being apathetic Michael. I'm not mad at you anymore ok? I'm sorry for the way I acted." She went to her bag and rummaged around. She pulled out a polished bronze flask with grape vines and plants etched into it and offered it to him. "Its a wineflask. Its like the cups at camp. just ask for whatever alcohol you want and it'll fill up. Please accept my apology Michael." She pleaded softly.