Connor could feel her anger, feel her grew tense, and her grip tightening on him. He didn't react, bowing his head, unable to fight back, he would let her do anything to him. And the her tension lessoned, her grip loosening, and she lay her hand over his heart again, causing it to flutter again, whether in response to her touch, or the fact that she could easily crush it, he didn't know. 

When she smiled, he swallowed. "Stop pretending that you're dead" She said, and he couldn't look away, even as she leaned in, because you're not" He was shocked when she kissed him, and stood there for a few seconds, unable to react, and then he returned her kiss, shifting just slightly to wrap his arms around her, but then...then thoughts raced through his head. 

He could bite down and draw blood, take a sip. Even a sip would be enough to complete the transformation, even four years later. Part of him, a really small part, wanted that, while the rest of him was repulsed at his thoughts. There was a reason why he stayed in contact with Marl. Why, when he thought some vampire jobs might me too risky alone that he paired up with Marl. Because one drop of blood would be enough. 

He swallowed, and pushed away with more strength then he should have, and turned away from her. "I can't" He whispered softly to himself. his hands clenched. "I'm not strong enough" He couldn't look at her, afraid of what she would see in his eyes, afraid of her reaction, afraid of how much he wanted to kiss her again. 

He couldn't let himself fall, couldn't let himself succumb.