Raz looks at her blushing. He'd never had a woman blush and it be real. So he was rather skeptical that was the case this time. He blinks. "Worried? Why?" he asks suspiciously. "Why are you worried about a total stranger?" he asks. His tone filled with his suspicion. He blinks and listens. "Well welcome to the club." he mutters. Looking at her. "That isn't a true reason. You care because you always care. Not because you care about me personally. By your own words...your nature has you caring. Not any true interest in myself."<br/><br/>He sighs and looks away. "I bet its because of my genetic mutation. Isn't it? These ears and tail have you on edge or something. I'm used to it by now. A quickie or one nighter in bed. That is all I've been good for." he says sadly. "Not my fault I was born like this." he growls a bit. And looks at her. "So...why would you care about a freak like myself?"