Connor blinked when she grabbed his hand, looking to her as she spoke. He had realised that the syringe was a cold, clinical way of doing this, but he had thought it would be easier on Elizabeth. He new she could drink without killing, that didn't mean it was easy on her. He swallowed as she spoke, looking to her. [i]Intimate[/i] struck his head as if there was a bell there, and he ran a hand through his hair. 

He intertwined his fingers with hers, and shook his head. "I don't need any 'reassurance'. I trust you" He said softly, giving her an almost shy smile. "I just thought it would be easier on you...but intimate is good too" He said, thinking he would send the syringe to Marl, and see what Marl could find out. But that could be done later. For now, he didn't know what the blood would do to Elizabeth, so he would stay with her. 

But he knew it would still be dangerous for her to be around him, if his blood was the cure...and then he didn't know what to do there, so he pushed those thoughts away, for another time. 

He licked his lips, suddenly nervous, "So, blood?"