"I will be fine." He said, gritting his teeth as she moved closer. He smell was tempting him so much. He would love to pull her into his arms and take what he wanted, but he couldn't. He had drank from a living person in more than fifty years.
He stopped and looked out the window, yes it was still snowing. "I can last a bit longer. If not I can go out of the house." He would be dragging Lucius with him. He could last longer he didn't need to do anything he would regret later on.
"You may trust me " He tried to smile, but it looked pained. "But I do not. I don't trust myself to do you any harm. I have not drank from a living human in years I don't know....I don't know if I can do it with out hurting you." He flinched and jumped back when she touched him. "Buffy do not touch me right now." He held up his hands. "Please."