"Of course I can," he protected humans as well, but differently. Blood made the world go round, and it's power was what he needed. But that were their differences. He was a harsh God for a harsh people. She not so much.

Smiling he took her hand and kissed the palm of it. "I'd never ask you to kill. I needed you to understand what I was. Blood and death are part of me, like comfort is to you. Now you do, and I won't ask it again." He offered an easy shrug. It seemed a simple thing to comply to. "Anything else?"