[ He gives her a look, searching her face for a moment. Unsure of what to make of this — she's the first to care. The only to care, since his mother died and he's still not sure what to do with that.
In the end, he turns to lewdness. A safe haven. Much better than admitting that there is at least one thing that frightens him down to his cold, dead core. ]
Oh, you know I always need you, pet... [ A grin and a slow roll of his hips. ]