Bill was grateful that she was willing to go so far as to sit with him when he knew he didn't deserve it. He'd been abysmal to her, and he couldn't blame her for her lack of trust in him. He'd proven to be untrustworthy in her eyes. What did it matter that what he did had not been done with the intention of hurting her, but at the behest of his queen? What did politics matter when the heart was involved?
How had he known that he would fall in love with her? He'd not been in love with anyone since his late wife. Most certainly not with Lorena, his maker. Her least of all. Whatever they'd shared had been born in the frenzy which accompanied initial vampirehood, and could never be confused with the real thing. What he felt for Sookie was very real.
"How is your fam... brother doing?" He amended his first question. Jason Stackhouse, for what it was worth, was the only family Sookie had left. At least as far as she knew. Even Bill had been luckier in that arena, although that was a relative term, once he discovered his kinship to the Bellefleurs. But he'd done right by them in the end.
Now if only Sookie would give him a chance to do right by her. He'd give anything if she would marry him. Anything.
He couldn't help but notice that that... whatever he was... was gazing at Sookie. He was getting on Bill's last nerve.
"Does he want something?" he asked in a tone which betrayed his growing irritation.