She was unable to answer, as her mind seemed to be emerging from a fog of fear and arousal that had consumed her since she was bitten. It was horrifying and tantalizing; she had never felt anything like it. She briefly wondered, in her daze, if it would feel even better when it was someone she wanted to be bitten by. All she could do was stare blankly and try to calm her breathing. She looked up to meet his piercing gaze once more, still conflicted by feelings of both distrust and comfort in his overpowering presence. The past they held between them seemed to fade away, forgotten.