Most people just kinda roll their eyes at him when he makes his threats, so the fact that this guy doesn't is a thing he can sort of appreciate. Maybe this guy is alright. The glaring subsides as he takes a pill into his hand.

"No. I have some already." This time, it sounds much less like stubborn protest and more like the truth. The man seemed generous and Damian wasn't about to take advantage of him. He puts the pill in his mouth and reaches for his water bottle. "Stay away from the fire. I think it's the smell from the poison that got me."