He could feel Sookie's trust in him, and yes, Bill was man enough that he was proud of himself for engendering it in her. Although he knew that she wouldn't trust him, not one little bit, if she knew certain things. And it wasn't as if he would lie to her about them. And he did intend to tell her. When the time was right. Only when the time was right.
He could never be sure with Eric, what the Norseman might choose to do. He'd have to keep a close eye on his "superior".
Having recently ingested her blood, they were closer to one another. In many ways. But right now the paramount issue here was Sookie and her wellbeing. Nothing else mattered. Once they reached her room, and he let them in (sans the use of the key, he was that good), he set the books in his hand with the others she had sitting on a side table. Then he walked her to the couch, gently handing her onto it before taking his place at her side, patiently waiting for her to tell him what had her so perturbed, keeping a silent vigil until she was ready to do so.