Connor smiled at her, and ran a hand through his hair as he watched her. He then threw out the empty blood packets, making a note to order some more in. "How much blood do you have to have a day?" He asked curiously. 

He hadn't thought how whispering in her ear might seem, and nor did he then. Connor was a genuine sort of person, but he was very naive in many ways. 

He ran water in the sink, to wash the dishes there, taking the blood container from the counter to wash it, setting the dishes on the rack to dry, and beyond that the house was clean and tidy. 

He turned to look back at her, emptying the sink as he did so, and laughed, "You have blood on your lip" He said, passing over a tee-towel for her to wipe her face, 

He shrugged, "Generous and patient, as opposed to wanting to kill you?" He said. He shifted, and again wondered why he was acting like this, bringing her in, giving her blood, when he could just have easily continued driving when he saw her in front of the church. It was just...she wasn't like any vampire he'd known before.