His body tenses under her touch, and at those words. His immediate reaction is that he can't, of course he can't. He has things he needs to be doing, and a purpose to fulfill, and she's lucky that he hasn't done what he's threatened to already.

He grits his fangs. He doesn't feel like killing her, he keeps thinking. It's not important. Who cares about what she's doing now? It won't make a difference.

"I'm not staying anywhere," he says, his words slurred and unfocused. "Not until I've ended this...ended it."