It's the same sadness, but it's a very different sadness. Part of her wants to bind and be bound, but there's something so very dangerous about that possibility. She isn't ready to be that person yet, or to risk pushing him away as completely as the act would by its very nature. She wants to hold on to something for a while. Something as good and comforting as this connection she found with a hunter who might regret it one day. Maeve hopes not, but it's difficult to tell with her current state.

She really can't resist the urge to kiss him after that. He should laugh more. She wants to make him laugh more. It suits him, for all it looks to be something he's not used to. "I will certainly keep that in mind for the future."

That is a necessary think to consider. How dark are her dark places? How much will she exercise that particular need and desire? She doesn't intend to indulge more than the occasional impulse, but it might not always be a matter of choice. It might not even be a matter of choice occasionally. "It was a good exercise to see what I'm actually capable of."