"I can't answer any questions when it comes to her. Not a very big change in pattern," he commented with a slight shrug of his shoulders. He began to rub his palms together, his eye sight dropping down to the floor to focus on it.
"It's alright, Dora. I've gotten used to being alone on the moon," he began. He didn't want her to feel bad about the situation. After all, he was meant to be alone on those nights. It was only of late that he began to accept that it was only on those nights and not always that he was meant to be alone.
He then turned his head, looking to her with a confused look. "You can't do that, Dora. Even with my potion, it'd be such a risk. I'd be able to control myself in all likelihood, but what happens if something was wrong with the potion? I'd go for the first human...and I don't want to do that to you."