The thing that he hated most in humans was fear. Fear of him. Fear of what he was or what he could do. If someone was afraid of him because they had seen him tear apart a rabbit or seen him attack a human, that was justified. He'd been scared shitless too the first time he had seen one of his own tear into it's kill. Had nightmares for weeks about it and still couldn't look at a deer without feeling a little sick to his stomach. But when someone was scared of him based only the knowledge of what he was, not who he was, it frustrated him. Fear made people do stupid things.
He was no exception.
When he realized that Crowne had approached Charlie, a mess of emotions had clashed but mostly, he had been afraid. Afraid of what Crowne had told her. Afraid if the vampire had exposed what he was to her. Afraid that Crowne had touched her, got the inkling in his head that he liked her. Afraid that the little world he had been able to create in this town was about to come crashing down. So he had gone on the defense and attacked. Now Charlie was trembling in front of him. How short-lived happiness was these days. But he had to stop thinking about himself. Charlie looked shaken, in spite of the smile she was sporting. He had to get things back to normal for her. Making her afraid of Crowne wasn't going to help.
He grinned and nodded, but didn't move his hand. "Good. That's, yeah, good to know." As long as she trusted him, than maybe he could protect her. Not that he really expected Crowne to attack her. The vampire wasn't stupid. Attacking a human in New Hope was like signing one's own execution. Royce didn't socialize much with the other wolves but he knew the rules and Crowne probably did too. Or at least, the vampire had to sense the jist of what was going in this town. Maybe he didn't need to be as anxious about Crowne as he first thought.
"Alright then." Royce cleared his throat awkwardly. "We should get back to work before your boss comes out to chew my head off." He moved his hand away from her's (because another second of her touching him was going to make him do something stupid like kiss her) and sent it through his hair. Getting back up to his feet, he shook off whatever feelings of anxiety he had still hanging around and put his best smile forward. "I could use some of your music. All I hear at our apartment is Rosemary singing country off-key."
He waited until she was standing again to speak again. "And I trust you too. You know, if you wanted to know."