[Unfortunately for Vanitas, the vampire knows him too well at this point. To be able to tell when the other is trying to brush something off. Make it seem like it isn't a big deal. That he doesn't actually care as much. And yet. His actions did say otherwise, sometimes. So, the vampire can read him better. At least, better than he could when they first met.

He considers for a moment, his gaze shifting from Murr playing to the other.]

I'm not. I mean. If I were sick of you, I'd have left by now. I said you're stuck with me, didn't I? I didn't....I didn't hate it, either. I just wasn't sure...I mean. You said it was pretending, not to overthink it. I haven't really done any of this before, but...if it's you, I don't mind.

[Vanitas is well aware of how new to any relationship the vampire would be. It would be a case of him learning as he went. But really, in some ways, they wouldn't really need to change much, if anything, about how they would interact together.]