"I trust you." And he did, too. He believed she would have the self control. He was willing to bet she hadn't killed anyone. "I would cut myself and bleed into a cup, even. Measured and everything, sew it shut myself. And then I can know that you're only getting clean blood, too." Would he go that far? Almost certainly yes. And he did know his way around a needle and thread, too, so that wasn't just some silliness on his point.<br/><br/>"Okay." He let out a sigh, sitting himself back up. His attention does not look towards Cass, but rather, stays firmly planted on his love. If he actually knew which room was Erica's, or wherever it was they could have some privacy, he'd have just been outright defiant and gone there straight away. As is, though, he's got no real clue about the layout of this place. So, for now, he waits.