Now that gets the Wraith's attention. He cocks his head slightly to the side, studying the human in front of him. Sheppard would go through with it, he realizes. The man is utterly incomprehensible. One minute he's threatening to kill him, the other he's helping him. Strange human.

"I can't help but to wonder, why you would do this when you have much simpler methods of solving the problem." If Sheppard really is so worried that the wraith would kill any of the ship's crew or passengers, a bullet or two would do the trick, without Sheppard having to risk his life for a most temporary fix.

Still, that was a statement and not a question. Slowly he rises, hands on the table for support until he's upright. "Not that I will refuse such an offer." He can remember Sheppard being quite tasty in his defiance. But that is perhaps best left unsaid.