[ There's a good stretch of silence which, obviously, says a whole lot more than words ever could. He's considering it. Life is so very different here, he doesn't have a reason to be a Big Bad and even if he wanted to there's people like Eric and Klaus and all the other crazy mutant vamps around that even he can't deny as the Bigger Bads. He wouldn't stand a chance. Even more so, it wouldn't matter. There's no glory to be found here.
And then there's Rose. Sam. Rogue. All the things Dawn said about his future that actually made it sound appealing. The dreary, boring monotony of prison life that he against his own will is starting to enjoy because for once he's not hunted. It leaves an itch under his skin and too much time for thoughts and yet he can't help but enjoy it, just a bit.
Of course, he can't say any of this. Not to her. Barely to anyone at all, aside from... well. ]
Talk to Sam. [ And with that he takes a step back. Two. Turns to leave with an air of seriousness that really has no place here. ]