He waited, patiently, because he knew what it was like to be asked hard questions. And also because trying to pressure her into answering quicker would just be an asshole move and he couldn't bring himself to even entertain the idea. He didn't want to be an asshole right now; there wouldn't even be a point to it.

"No shit?" He was quietly, genuinely surprised. "Fuck." It was sympathetic, said in the same tone someone would say I'm sorry. "I didn't really know if vampires were real, but-" but he'd always wondered, always been curious. And now would be the absolute worst time ever to make any sort of joke about how biting was hot. It sure as hell didn't look like it'd been remotely like that for her.

"Guess it's not the wildest thing, though." He hesitated. "Did all this-" the current wounds "-happen here or before?" Did he need to be on guard? Did he need to worry about vampires hurting her even more? They'd only just met, and he knew he wasn't even remotely close to what someone would call a hero, but- people shouldn't have to suffer or live in fear.