[ she's right - he's not given her a single reason to rescind the offer. and he should. he should tell her it's an addicting drug, one that vampires crave; there's a reason most old vampires know to stay away from slayers (besides the obvious that they might get the better of you) - once you kill one, and drain them (because why wouldn't you?), you don't stop craving another taste. it's not like slayers are prolific, like regular humans. it's literally courting death to go looking for a slayer.

just one of the reasons he'd left Sunnydale. he knew eventually, he'd want another taste of Buffy - and he knew he could convince her to give it to him. here, he doesn't even have to convince her, she's doing it out of the goodness of her heart, because she loves him and wants to make sure he's taken care of.

and because he's selfish, he's going to let her. if he were a good man... but he's not. he's not good, and he's not a man. ]

Yeah. I know what it'll do. [ he finally murmurs. ] I just don't want you to feel like you have to do this for me. [ Say no, Buffy, he thinks. Despite me not giving you any reason to, take the offer back. You know I can get blood elsewhere. Don't do this. his words themselves are contradictory, sending mixed messages from one sentence to the next. he just can't bring himself to say it.

he can tell she's not offended, so her response actually elicits a full laugh from him, although he ducks his head shyly once he starts. ] If we were back home, I might've needed more convincing. In this place? I would've believed you anyway. And half-human, I believe.