Part of him marvels over how classically beautiful she is - a common trait to vampires apparently, but so strange to him in this context. He can't imagine how he could be less desirable to most people who look like her - who look human. He's gotten so many looks, so many flashes of disgust or fear because of what he is...

And yet, she wants to protect him, specifically. He gives a passing thought to the other supervisors, but the idea of being wanted like that is enough to overwhelm his thoughts. He has no idea what brought this on - a small part of him knows he should, but he's forgotten the idea that she's using him in favor of being awed that she would want him in the first place.

"Thank you," he murmurs, staring into her eyes. "I'll... I'll be good."