Holy hell, if he hadn't shit his pants before he probably really should have now, damn, this was the stuff of horror movies, and if he'd been watching this he would have been saying how the fucking idiot should have ran, but instead he just stood there with his fool mouth hanging wide open, though he shut it after a moment, still half not believing this was really happening.
He forced himself to swallow, his chest rather tense, and although he was frightened, he was also amazed in some way. He hadn't really expected she would answer him, but he wasn't sure what he expected her to do, but he knew if she had sinister intentions, he probably didn't have a snowball's chance in hell of surviving.
Maybe it would be best to give her a peace offering of some sort? Hell, did she even KNOW what peace WAS? Or was she simply a killing machine of some sort? So many questions and no one here that could or perhaps the word was, would, answer them. But he decided once more that he would try nevertheless. Hopefully he wasn't pushing his luck here.
He continued watching her, not really feeling he could take his eyes off her, the hair on the back of his neck standing up as he said, voice a little thin but not really to the hysterical point, not yet, "Uhm...I dunno what you like or if you even want any of this shi--uh..stuff.." He caught himself just in time, in case for some reason she would a priss and didn't like swearing, "But I got blood, if you like it.." He said, picking up the small can he'd hid away, leaving it sit on the ground. "Orrr...uhh..." He grabbed sideways, hand getting ahold of a bottle, "Some Amaretto.." He said, reading the label, a few beads of sweat running down the side of his face. Shit, she probably woouldn't like sweet shit.. He thought desperately, but it was the only thing he had in this area, so what else could he offer. Having pitched this, he placed the bottle on the ground beside the can.