Her hostility was to be expected. The superiority complex, not so much, but given that he'd had one of his own not so long ago, he took no offence over it. Physically, she likely was superior. That was partially a matter of interest to him simply because he'd had nothing to hunt that could best him outside of the hellhounds and that had been nearly two years prior. It was not nearly satisfying enough.
"I could pick the lock on the door to the labs," he stated calmly. "You could consume your fill of bagged blood and no one would be any wiser. That is of course, if you can drink from these individuals at all, but you would know better than I would. Their alien makeup could be potentially dangerous, or so I've theorized."
She gave off the feeling of having been persecuted. If that were the case, it would not have been surprising, but there was also the matter of every monster believing themselves to be persecuted. Very few of them truly were, but he was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt. Apparently, his humanity gave him a sense of empathy. He wasn't certain how to feel about that.
"I'm not certain how this conversation endangers anyone."