Mayerling waits, his heartbeat steady and calm under her gaze. He's in no rush. They've been here some time. If Sharon wishes, he will stand here with her the entire time. His greatest concern with a refusal would be her concern with his character, with her safety with him.

"I assure you, Sharon, I would never try anything funny," Mayerling says in an overly serious voice, "I have been told repeatedly I lack a sense of humor."

Deadpan.

More seriously, Mayerling sighs and shakes his head. "I courted Charlotte before we kissed, before we did anything... funny," Mayerling says.

He pauses, blushing a scarlet red, as he realizes belatedly that, as he is a vampire, Sharon likely meant a different kind of funny. "I never fed on her. I don't feed on humans. That's not— I have asked D to kill me should I ever do such a thing."