"What do you mean, Erica?" He asked, wondering what she meant. Because his eyes had been closed, he had missed the flash of fangs earlier. Perhaps if he'd seen those, he might have been afraid. But for now, no.  Even as she battered the weak plaster of the walls, he was pulling her closer, trying to hold her in a hug, trying to calm her down and bring her what comfort he could.<br/><br/>"Whatever has happened, I want to do what I can to make it better for you. I have never stopped caring for you, Erica. Please, just talk to me." Such a dangerous thing, that. Perhaps if he knew how dangerous, he might not have suggested it. Or perhaps he would have anyways. He was a very dedicated man, and it seems like, even if it had been wavering, seeing her again brought that dedication back to fullness.