V handed the note over without any fuss. He recognized that there was no use arguing with this brat that he was stuck with. Not over something so small, at least. Who got to cut themselves up for the door might be worth the argument. Especially since, of course, V's arms weren't really organic (he had to keep clinging to that hope) and so he couldn't actually bleed from anywhere convenient (he kept telling himself).

"Don't think you gotta trust it," he started as he watched Alec start to dig through the hotel room. V moved out of Alec's way and ended up next to the door, still thinking this was a dream and it wasn't worth spending so much time trying to investigate his way out of what the dream was literally telling them to do to move forward. It was unlike him to just accept things at face value like he was doing but he was too curious to see where this was going to just sit down and do nothing and wait for it to be over.

"Don't know anything about wards or whatever but c'mon. My hands don't bleed and cuttin' me anywhere else would just make it awkward." While he was speaking, V fished a knife out of his pocket. Spring worn, the black blade fell from the handle once V pressed the release button. He wasn't holding himself threateningly or like he would force Alec into anything but he was definitely waiting.