[She stands by the door for a moment before walking further into the room, towards him with her eyes off to the side. What she's about to say is mostly true, as should be the emotions she tries to portray - even if she's not exactly feeling them. She's inclined to think she should be be feeling guilty or upset over what she did but she doesn't. She feels nothing, she's fine with it too, it's like looking back at your younger self and identifying what it felt like to be yourself but having changed so much so gradually that the person you are now is someone else all together.
A dead, thirsty person, in the end but hey - things change.] I made a deal with someone. To stay around, for protection. It didn't - go the way I planned.
[She looks up to him, finally, letting out a faux sigh and going in for a second embrace. Something to keep him close, a tantalizing touch of that heartbeat through his skin and a feigned upset to keep him distracted while she puts her head to his shoulder and eyes his neck. Flicks her eyes up from there to catch a glimpse of his face.] I was desperate when I agreed. You understand, right?