Marl watched her take out her weapons, watched her warily, but not once did he go for his own weapons, which he had stashed nearby. He let out a heavy sigh. "Connor obviously think that you are worth something, or he wouldn't have let you live" But he did stand, simply so he could use his height to tower over her. 

"You hurt him, and I will kill you"" he said, going over to the kettle and making a coffee for himself, neglecting to offer Elizabeth one. He leaned against the counter, watching her. Studying. It was clear from the way she acted, the way she moved, and did things. "Vampire. Your blood packet then in the last inn. An old one too, if you can resist human blood. Clever ploy by the way. Do not ever let him drink your blood" 

He sighed, because it was against his every nature to let her live, but..."I know what Connor is thinking, why you have been traveling with him. The medallion of course. I told him of that. What will you tell me that he won't?"