He wasn't entirely obtuse. He knew full well that she felt something for him. 500 years of women, 500 years of knowing just what to say to make them fall for him and then of course just how to destroy them, it had left him wary of letting anyone that close to him. The things he'd done in his life, he hadn't just killed those who had caught his eye, he'd usually left the death to the others, that was never quite where the thrill was.
But how was he supposed to explain that to Alex. That his greatest fear had always been that he would one day hurt her and that fear had come true in Cutler's actions.
He shook the thoughts out of his mind deciding to focus on Alex, focus on everything he needed to put into words and remembering what she'd told him before, about how he'd slipped and not asked for help, about how all he had to do was reach out and he'd have it. It wasn't an easy ask of someone like him. Far from it. But for her, he'd really just have to try.
"Alex" he began, simple really, that part.
"We'll go as far as you like, pick somewhere, bring us there, whatever you want."
God he really didn't want to have this conversation but there it was all the same ready to be had