If his death would mean nothing to her than why had she turned him? Even attempted to save his pathetic life? If he had stopped fussing about and only accepted her offer to save him she probably could have healed him with her blood but as it was, he had waited too long and here they were. Both immortals.
She stood up and walked towards him slowly. "Speaking honestly? Why would I want to keep you? You hate me, you always have. You've always gone out of your way to provoke me, like some naughty school boy waiting for his mum to spank him." Hmmm. There was a thought. Perhaps Clint had mommy issues.
"You detest me and though you've served me well, I've never truly had your loyalty no matter how many times I've asked you for it, or saved your ass. You expect so much from me but begrudge me asking anything in return. Why would I want to keep you?"
She took a few steps closer, hand reaching out gently to push a small lock of brown hair off of his forehead. Even in those rare moments of tenderness she had shown him, he had only reacted with intense hatred for her. Maybe her refusal to simply kill him was her own issues at play. Her self loathing coming to bite her in the ass. Nik would have already killed Clint twelve times over if it hadn't been for Rebekah. Sometimes she thought that her brother had the right idea.
She turned around suddenly and walked back to her table. "Do this one last thing and I will never bother you or yours again. I may be a lot of things but a liar is not one of them."