Of course it's personal, Vala's lived almost her entire life under the rule of the Goa'uld. She lost seven years of her life to one, memories that she might be able to suppress in the day but at night when her imagination is left to its own devices conjures up constant images of horror.

"Wait, you're injecting me?" For some reason that thought had never crossed her mind, she'd just assumed she'd be administering it to Sobek.

"Oh." There's a long pause, the cogs in her mind visibly ticking over as she digests that. It doesn't take her long to accept it though. Fly by the seat of her pants, march ahead without thinking about it. If she stopped and thought too much, she might back out and let her selfish instincts kick in. "Okay then." It's a surprisingly relaxed response, no more gravity to her reply than if he'd asked her if she wanted a cup of coffee.

"Where? My arm? Please don't say my ass. I'll just think you're using it as an excuse to see it."