John considered his answer for a moment. Then he shook his head slightly.
"I think you're disappointed that I'm really a monster," he said simply. "We get along. We talk. I enjoy your company. But I'm a killer, and I don't think you like that. And I don't know if you like it less than you like me. It may happen again, and next time it might be worse."
He sighed, what was left of his human temperament exasperated by the conundrum of something evil attempting to be friends with something that wasn't. He let one hand fall loosely, palm up towards Eric.
"So that leaves it up to you. You're the one who'd wind up facing it. Facing me."