Oh she did, he knew she hated him and that just made it all the sweeter watching her so desperate for him. He returned the kiss, getting far more out of it than he knew she was. To him she was tangible, touchable, cold yes, but he didn't care about that. He pulled her closer to him, the kiss rough and unfeeling more about victory over her than anything else. He didn't love her, he didn't care about her. The ghost was nothing to him but a challenge, an annoyance he would soon see fade into nothing.
"Hate really is very powerful don't you think." he told her, "All those feelings you have for him twisting inside you because I look like him, because I sound like him and oh how you wish I didn't. But that kiss, it was the closest you felt to human since your death, wasn't it?"
The stake pressing at his back probably should have phased him, he should most definitely should not have found it a turn on. As it was he growled into the kiss, hands sliding along her back with little real regard for what she might or might not have wanted anymore. She'd hesitated too many times for him to worry that this time she might actually do it. He broke the kiss, cold eyes gazing down at hers and a laugh just as cold followed. "You're not going to do it, you'd have done it already. And you won't do it because part of you desperately wants me to follow through what I've started, part of you wants to stay here with me and forget the things you know I've done. Alex, if you were going to stake me you would have done it, so tell me, were you trying to kill me or turn me on, you know you just had to ask?".
More laughter followed, he couldn't help it, she really was pathetic.