He let out a soft sigh and rolled his eyes. So he still thought that Abel was going to kill him. Well, he'd need to fix that immediately. "It's not my job to kill you," he replied and wiggled the bottle at him. "And even if it was, you wouldn't be able to escape me in your condition."

Abel sat down on the bed and looked over at him. "What makes you think I'm going to kill you anyway?"