Connor frowned as he listened to her talk. Marl had always told him that you needed to be bitten, and then given blood, which is why it was so dangerous for him around vampires and their blood. It didn't make sense. He watched her lift his hand, take the bandages off, showing the injury, nasty, some of the skin torn, and the two puncture marks. 

Connor hasn't been paying attention in the fight to where he had been bitten, more simply, he had just wanted to survive, and kill the two vampires. He never thought to rotext his hands, always vampires went for the neck, not the hands. He frowned, looking up when she let his hand go. 

And then he froze, and it would have been amusing if the situation wasn't so serious, like a statue. He didn't know how to reply as his throughts flew wildly, until his chest began to burn and he realized he had been holding his breath. He took a few deep, slow breaths, and he could feel his heart beating in his chest as if he had just ran a marathon. 

"You lean all this time we have been chasing a rumor, and I might be the cure?" He asked slowly, as if trying to make sense of the situation. "You want me to give you my blood"

He would gladly do so.