She could see so much already, in her sheltered little small town life, she'd obviously read, learned. Studied the culture of the world and dreamed that one day she could see it. And being a vampire had given her every chance to be that person. And she wanted it, she loved her new life. She'd proven that when she had let him save her life. She wanted to live. "That's the thing you see, I don't think you'll fade. I think you'll grow. You'll become something amazing. And maybe it will take you a few decades, a few centuries for you to let me show you what the world has to offer but I'm patient. I'll wait."
She was loved of course, just as Eva had been, though without the hysteria that had befallen the Argentine people. But had she ever been loved. Matt, Tyler, they were footnotes in what he expected to be a long and glistening history. Tyler was vain, egotistical. And of course without the power to back it up. She'd tire of him, and he wasn't here of course, which would only help.
"Sometimes will do for now I think." he told her, eyes meeting hers. "But you've left yourself without a question for me?"