“Natalie.” He repeats. It’s a French variant- there was a time where they really adored the French versions of people’s names. He likes how it sounds. “I may take you up on that.”

Honestly, he knows he should be so calm. He knows he’s confessed more than half his life to a stranger and even if she ended up sharing some of her life back with him it still feels like he should be on guard. Or at least just very angry at the situation, which shouldn’t be all that hard because almost everything works to make him angry if he twists it the right way (it’s a talent). But instead he’s just… not calm, not exactly, but definitely calmer than he had felt before the fight.

He supposes he’s release some anger now, and he has his own blackmailing material when it comes to her. She was bitten as well so everything she said is true, and he could use it against her. He just doesn’t think he will have to. It’s not trust, exactly, because trust is an illogical emotion. It’s more like a statement of facts that tells him Natalia will make the right decisions.

“Call me Alexei, please. Everybody here knows me as Alexei.”