Connor ate some chips, purely as a distraction for himself, appearing thoughtful, "Well,, you're human. Just over 300 years old. There might be some vamperic traces I suppose. The blood guy will be able to analyse it in any case" he said musingly, watching as she got some money out. 

he sighed, wanted to argue about that, but knew it was futile, that there was no point. He got out money as well, and put it down on the table with a tip, He looked around again, but nothing supernatural had slipped in while they were eating, and Connor relaxed slightly. 

When Elizabeth was finished, Connor said, "still hungry?" he asked, with a slight smile, finishing off the chips, and wiping his fingers on a napkin, more then ready to leave. And go to the inn. He swallwed, and ran a hand through his hair, out of his eyes as he did so.