"It was not a question of faith," he said, trying his best to be patient. "It was my responsibility, and I had to absolutely certain that I couldn't fail." There was nothing more to be said about the subject - Eric regretting nothing of that day, except perhaps the part where he didn't let Russell burn in the sunlight.

Eric raised a humored brow, before shaking his head. "No, just a man from a spaceship, though I assume he's met an alien or two. Perhaps you can ask him about it?"

Of course, of all the things she wanted to know, it had to be the most difficult to explain. Eric paused for a moment, trying to piece together what to tell her, when he wasn't sure of the answer himself. "I admit, in the beginning, your telepathy was useful. And your blood is certainly appealing, and likely had something to do with the initial physical attraction I felt towards you." Fae blood was nearly irresistible to a vampire - a full-blooded fae would draw a vampire like a bear to honey.

"But, I find myself thinking of you when I should be thinking about other things. And I worry about protecting you when I should be protecting myself." He cleared his throat, feeling far more vulnerable than he was used to. Still, he'd given her his word to tell the truth, whether she liked it or not. "If that is caring for you, then I suppose I do. It is...unnerving."

"What about you?" he asked, genuinely curious. Eric knew there was attraction there - after all, she'd kissed him back. Though whether it was out of honesty or pity, he didn't know. "Would you still rather get cancer than be in my presence?" He smirked at her, enjoying his little 'joke.'