She leans in slightly towards him, her voice dropping to just above a whisper. "You figured out a way for me to go with you to a dive bar filled with people who'd probably want to kill me if they knew the full truth and given proper opportunity. You must be doing something right."

The thing about the woman in front of him is that she isn't human. That's enough for some people and some places to label her a monster, regardless of what she does. She'll never think exactly like a human, never react exactly like one. Courting him, and she doesn't exactly doubt she's the one doing the courting, is courting a risk. He can't make peace with the part of him that is inhuman, and that draws her.

"I don't know who I will come to be. A person checked my head, and apparently it's devastation in there. Which means I've only begun to be who I am. There are no promises about the final product. If that's too much for you? I understand."