[ The sad thing is, if it wasn't for the blasted chip in his skull he certainly would drain her dry. There wouldn't be enough time to make friends and she never would've registered as anything but dinner — in a way, that chip is doing exactly what it's supposed to do, forcing him to be a better man. Human.
Still, that's not something he's about to divulge. Especially not now when he's already getting exactly what he wants. ]
My virgin-sacrificin' days are over, pet. No worries there. [ That brings back memories though... Bavaria and Machida. Good times and by good he means pretty terrible, actually. ] I'd be careful if I were you, though... some people aren't quite as tactful as I am.
[ How he manages to keep a straight face through all this, no one will ever know. ]