He couldn't sleep with her, why couldn't he sleep with her? Vala was on the brink of saying something inflammatory in response -- and that's when realisation hit her. It hit her so hard it made her go cold, goosebumps rising on her skin and a lump of emotion tightened in her chest making her feel sick. Any drunken feelings were knocked out of her like she'd been winded of them. For all she'd known he was years behind, it hadn't occured to her that his wife was still alive. Oh God. Of course he couldn't if that was the case, and she was hardly going to ask him. She remembered how he'd spoken about her on the Ori ship, how utterly devastated he'd been for such a long time and was only just coming out the other side.

"Spanish, right." Vala reiterated with a slow nod, any previous venom or biting sarcasm completely devoid from her voice now. "Thank you." She said quietly.

"You're still there Daniel because you believe in what we're doing and why we're doing it." It wasn't a lie, it wasn't the entire truth either, but it was a genuine heartfelt response. Vala didn't know if he should know or not, but she didn't think now was the time, regardless.