<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mood Music</div><div class="spoiler_body"> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QuZlhtwFT1M </div></div><br/>He watched the scene with mixed feelings. Anxiety, arousal, fear, anger. Possibly some other things. He wasn't really sure what to feel about this whole thing now, and he was wondering if maybe he should have stayed down in the car. But, it was too late for<em>could'a, would'a, should'a</em>.<br/><br/>He turns around, shutting the door, and then turns to look back at the two women. He sighed, exasperated. Maybe she should have just killed him back in his apartment. "If you care about Erica so much, why do you want to hurt her so badly?" Honestly, the only thing keeping him from just sort of collapsing, the only thing giving him at least the facade of strength, is his strong willpower.  "Have you ever even tried? Thought about what you could gain out of it?"<br/><br/>Was he bargaining? Or berating? It might be a bit difficult to tell. "Do you think I would ever do anything to endanger her? Hell, I don't even like you, but I wouldn't do anything to endanger you, either, because that would indirectly put Erica in danger." Ooh, a bit of fire, there. A bit of passion. A bit of fight. "If you don't want humans knowing about you, then why risk going out every night to feed? Why risk catching some sort of blood borne illness? All those risks could become entirely unnecessary."