Lexi's mouth curved into a little pout.  "You don't want me around?" she asked petulantly.  "I love you, Vician, enough that I don't want to grow old while you stay young forever.  What's going to happen when I'm old in a decade, and you still look the same?"  She sighed.  "What exactly would you be doing to me that would be so horrible?  Making it so that I could spend hundreds of years loving you?  How is that a bad thing?"<br/><br/>Kissing him again, she continued, "Besides, it isn't 'taking my life' when I wouldn't even really be dead.  You'd just be... converting me into something better."  She wondered why he didn't want her to be like him.  Maybe he didn't like the thought of being saddled with her forever.  "Please," she asked in a small voice, "will you at least think about it?"