You could almost hear the metaphorical gears whirring in Hale's head as he processed what was going on.
His sense was telling him that he was staring down, or rather, up at an ancient evil, and that he had mere minutes left.
But there was also a voice from deep within that wanted nothing but agree with the strange woman.
Then there was his confusion, recognizing the mystical woman's vampiric nature and recalling nothing but cruelty and hate from that species. It was something he'd come to expect, and even grow comfortable with. But the lack of hate in her voice discomforted Hale more than the potential hypothetical destruction aimed at him could.
Lastly there was the 14 year old boy inside of him, something all men over 15 carry with them: He just celebrated.

"I..."

Hale felt the need to explain why he was here, that he was on his way to the city. That he was allied with Magnus and that he brought a pack of monsters and lunatics with valid reason. But somehow he knew that, even if she didn't already know all those things, she probably didn't care.
So he just nodded, stood up, and took his clothes off. They were worn to a point they ripped off like paper anyways.