He tensed, though he was sure that Evey wouldn't be able to detect that. He was too entrenched in the vampire movements and thought patterns, too still, too inhuman, too warm to the touch.
"I'm not hiding anything." He insisted, though he knew she knew. He knew that she was aware that the backpack was somewhere in the apartment. And he knew that she knew he knew were it was. Still, he wasn't about to give it up so easily. He needed it. That blood. He had to have it. It had to stay secret.
After everything he had done to get it, there was no way he was giving in easily. Even if it was Evey insisting that he reveal it. There were many things that he would have done for her - any version of her - he would have given his life for her, and almost had at one time. This, however, this was not one of those things. He was a little surprised at himself to discover how badly he wanted to keep the blood, and how willing to deceive her he was.
"I've told you everything." His voice was flat, bland. Aidan didn't move from his spot, didn't get overly animated about it, trying to force the insistence that she was mistaken.