Connor shivere lightly as she lay her han over his heart. He could feel it beating there, pounding as if in response to her touch. He wasn't too sure if it was instinct or not. He swallowed and listened as she spoke. He sighed heavily and tried to turn his face away, but of course, her grip was strong, her hands firm. 

"You don't understand" He said softly, "I had no choice but to become a hunter. I had no choice in everything I've done, because it was either that, or die" He reached up to his neck, and brushed at the hollow of his neck, and brushed off concealer to reveal the bit mark there, two tiny punctures. 

"There's a reason Marl and I live and hunt in the same area. Four years ago I was a regular colluege kid, hitting the bars. One little mistake, and I ended in the alley way with a vampiress. If Marl hadn't turned up, if he hadn't known what to do, I'd be a vampire under the thrall of her. Trouble is, know hunter really knows the effects vampire venom has on someone, even when the curse is lifted. That's how I know about dead mans blood. Marl gave it to me. More he shoved it down my throat to induce vomiting. Since then, I've been able to sense more than the norm. In otherwords, the supernatural" 

He looked to her, "I'm not good, Elizabeth. I just simply do whats been left of me and use what I've been given"