Uncharacteristically, Claire evaded the kiss, not taking her eyes off of him. He looked like he understood, but he wasn't reacting the way he needed to react. He was dismissing it and there was something categorically wrong with that to her, wrong enough to spark a something that said she had to make him understand.
"It was a vampire. I let it bite me. And then I gutted it."
Why? Why had she let it bite her, beyond just not fending off that aspect of the attack. Had it been a conscious desire to make it human to hurt it, was she that broken?
Pain. Feeling. Feeling the pain.
Or was that it? Had it been that in the presence of the numb and cold, she'd wanted a feeling, any feeling, the only way there still seemed to be one? On the surface, where she didn't feel pain as others did, but at least still felt it.
But now he would have to know, know the length to which she'd gone when killing a vampire usually meant a good technique and a pointy object to turn them to dust.