Since he'd met you on the side of the road, he was disgusted by your forgiveness and compassion. The sympathy that radiated off you towards others as you gave hugs to your other companions and held hands in a chaste fashion? He despised it thoroughly If people like you existed who were willing to just toss around kindness like confetti, then where the hell had you been when he'd needed help? He found it easier to sink into his dissociative slum and pretend to simply be the charming, charismatic, magistrate as he traveled with you What surprised him was how you turned him down for a night spent together when he'd been laying on his charm as he attempted to get you into a social position where he could manipulate you easier. He could toss a kiss your way or give a forced hug if it meant that you were easier to sway to whatever opinion he pushed. Though as you continued to show more interest in his past, piling on large amounts of trust and making sure he was comfortable with everything while also denying his physical advances that he felt obligated to give, he found that he actually liked you

What made him see that he cared for you in earnest was when you'd told off a drow who'd gotten interested in his vampiric nature and demanded that he bite them. You'd stepped up and thrown out a few slurries of language he'd never heard from you before and that night at camp he'd called you over and admitted that as painful as it was, he genuinely cared for you and you'd both accepted to attempt a real relationship. He'd extended the invitation of a night spent together towards you again, and you'd cautiously accepted

What had caught him off guard, was how your bottom lip had begun quivering and tears had begun flowing down your face after he'd slipped your shirt off. He stared at you bewildered before snapping out of his stupor and wiping your tears with the pad of his thumb as he stared in confusion and brought you into a hug. He spoke quietly with a forced chuckle: "I'm a bit confused here, darling. Talk to me."