Honestly to Amalric as long as she didn't try to attack him it didn't matter how she acted. Just being in proximity even without sharing words was what Amalric considered human interaction. And being more well equipped comes with being paranoid and raised as a lab rat and a weapon in the army, fighting was the thing he did well.
"There is one other thing you could give me in trade." He said as he pulled the jeep out onto the street pausing for a moment, "Alcohol, I can use it to thin and stretch fuel, to clean wounds, and to drink." The pause might have put a darker thought of wanting something sexual in trade. But Amalric's focus was more on things to help his survival and sanity, which strangely enough no sex or sexual contact didn't bother his sanity.
He drove the jeep the short distance back to the body of the infected he killed. He got out and grabbed the chain from the bed. He began to wrap the chain around it without a word.