"I'm so pleased to hear that," he murmurs, and the breath he'd needed to take for that next set of words hadn't driven the burning thirst into his throat quite so sharply. The motion of her thumb is distracting, verging on dangerous, but not there quite yet. He wouldn't go so far as to call it safe—he isn't certain he'd ever classify himself as 'safe' in any regard—but it's not crossing any lines that shouldn't be crossed either.

Switching up her languages, when discussing something as serious as this, it's working to keep his mind on that and not on anything that could lead to his becoming distracted, and his concentration slipping. "Begging your pardon, Natalia, but I believe I have every reason. Vous êtes venus pour moi, oui, mais alors vous êtes restés."

His eyes rest so easily on hers, it's so rare in any human that they can meet a vampire's too-steady gaze with such comfort. "Come with me to meet my family," he whispers. "Come with me to meet Alice."