"Subtlety is key, Snow," I say quietly, taking his wrist in hand and pressing the opening of the bottle to his pulse point. I turn his arm over in one quick motion, then right it and pull the bottle away. Without thinking, I look away from the bottle and at him.

"Rub your wrists together, and then touch them to the sides of your neck," I instruct, forcing myself to watch and make sure he does it properly.