He didn't want to, because he knew that he could go too far and kill her. He lets out a sigh, when she said it was alright. After drinking some of her blood, he stood up and streched. "Now, where do you want to go?" he asks. "We could go back to the park or we could go to my place," he says making some suggetstions. "But it's up to you, you can choose," he says to her. He streched some more, his arms and neck cracked as he did so, laying ther for a while knocked out had made them good stiff. He then looks at her as he puts one arm around her, "Thanks for umm...saving my life," he says. He wasn't used to thanking people, because people usually didn't save him. Noone really cared about him, except for her.