Perhaps he does, and when she rests her hand on his arm, his other comes up to gently touch over hers, listening to the sounds of her body to gauge her state. There are wounds, aches, things he shouldn't know of, but until she brings them up, he'll not pry. He could smell old blood on her the moment he'd seen her, but with scars lost to time, he knew how often one didn't want to talk about the cause.

The offer, for that's what it was, had the vampire's brows lifting. "Are you offering me lodging, Lady? Should you be... putting yourself in such a potentially dangerous predicament? While I can promise you I mean you no harm and would gladly end any who did, do you truly know me well enough to trust me with that? Without knowing what I am?"