When he revealed his bite marks, Elizabeth was almost overwhelmed by the feeling that some other vampiress had touched him, and found that she had the desire to bite over those marks to claim him as hers...what a strange feeling [I]that[/I] was. Luckily, or unluckily, she was drawn away from those thoughts. She listened to him again. Listened to his pessimism again. Her body grew tense, her grip tightened as she found herself angered by what he was saying. Not because he was forced into a certain life, but because he was saying that he had no choices in that life - when she knew better because she was one of those choices. She was about to quite literally bite his head off because of the shit he was talking about. She found it offensive not only to her one and only dream, but to the kind grace of God that her had received that she felt denied of and had to suffer that denial for three centuries. She was so into it that she considered giving him a life or death ultimatum, a chance to end the misery he so claimed to have....even if it would cost her her soul. But just as she felt a tightening in her chest, a goodbye to her future...she caught herself looking down at his chest, her ears attuned to it from earlier. She grew less tense, her grip loosening. She let go of his face but kept him there. His heart was back to being even. It had been fluttering a little bit ago, when she touched his chest. Soon, she felt that she understood what was actually going on. He had invited her along with the promise of converting her even though he didn't have to, he returned her kindnesses, he didn't kill her right away when started to get dangerous, he purposefully kept her alive....he even technically killed a man for her. A small smile and a sense of calm over took her, and again, she placed her hand over his heart. "Stop pretending that you're dead." she told him, looking back into his eyes and leaning up and in. "because you're not." She closed the distance even more, the space between them being destroyed with a gentle kiss.