He nodded at her words, he had seen enough in her mind, and how she acted in his to know she was a woman who would be honest on such things. She was someone he knew did what felt right if she could. At least in his view.

He moved as her hand commanded. So warm and back to where they had been, nearly anyway with her beside him now but his body was still humming from moments before with her in his lap before his forsaken tooth caught her tongue and nearly ruined it all.

"Really." He spoke with a serious nod. "It is the theory of me and another that our mite is as such for survival reasons. People tend not to run from a vampire if they are too busy being overcome by passion." It was easier to say the things when it was about his teeth. "Yes blood, blood is what keeps me alive Martha. The things you see me eat is simply to make those around me feel better." He explained. "Well, think of it like drinking your favorite drink, mayhaps a bad example but I promise it would be no harm. And we do not have to do that. We can forget about the fact I said it. Maybe just move on to something else."