For several moments, he gazes at her in a kind of wonder and fear. Wonder because here's someone who wants to be his and him to be hers, and that's incredible. Fear because...he's afraid of himself.

"I do," he says in a voice that comes out in a whisper, "But...I've told you that I fuck people up. I'm not a good person. You'll see me do bad things, like murder people who may or may not be actual undead. And you're a good person. You really sure you want me to drag you down?"

He sighs. "I just...I don't want to hurt you. You've already been hurt by people that did want to hurt you, or just didn't care, which is worse. If I hurt you, I'll feel like them. And I don't want to do that. They weren't good at making you come so hard your body vibrates and you float a little as you lose control of your gravity powers. Did I mention you did that in my narration? Because you did. It was pretty awesome."