"That depends on you mostly. If it is your wish for me to leave, I will do so." he still held her on the couch as he made a pouty face. "But, I fear by allowing you to live and then telling you what I am will only make your life so much harder. The only hope is that when the sun rises no one will have seen the body and all that will be left is ashes." his face grew more grim as he realized the truth in what he was saying.