What had she just been thinking about his stubbornness? Lin grits her teeth, biting back an acidic remark until he'd finished. Being a vampire had changed her. Had changed him. Neither of them would ever do something to hurt a friend, and yet each of them had killed. Their thought processes had been altered by death. Effectively drugged. Informed consent under such circumstances was impossible. She may be resigned to not bearing the fault of several deaths on her conscience, furious as she is, but that doesn't mean that what she had done was right. Or legal. It could be considered rape, given how eager he had been to do anything for her in that altered state. What they feel for each other now isn't precisely relevant except in how they chose to handle it.

"I'm not asking you to promise." Somehow she keeps her voice even, despite the desire to snap. "I'm telling you what is going to happen on my end. Whether you promise or not, I am not going to condone or perpetuate that behavior."