Whether it's kind or not remains to be seen. It's all Daryl has to offer, though. If nothing else, he tries to be an honest man. Used to be Merle talked enough shit for the both of them, and well-- it never mattered. People assumed whatever they wanted to, but at least if he told the truth Daryl had the right to feel indignant about it.

"Shut up," he rumbles, holding back a sigh. He means it as gently as you can mean that.

Chewing at his lip a second, he looks back at the bottle. Fuck it; ain't like he ever had manners, he figures, and flips the flimsy little knife around, snapping it shut and using it to press the cork down instead, aiming just to knock it into the bottle. Bit of dust won't hurt it. Problem solved, he thrusts the bottle back at Aaron, the cork floating harmlessly. They'll do this by process of elimination.