"Happy to take that burden for you myself," he says it with a smile and a wink, like he's not telling a guy that he fully intends to facilitate and watch his painful death. Not that he expects Cooper to hurt her intentionally — no, he's seen the way he looks at Nancy, that kind of adoration doesn't come with spite or malice — he just doesn't expect a vampire not to fuck it up massively. He hasn't met one yet who could make it work with a mortal for longer than a few years.

Still the picture of friendliness, he claps Cooper on the shoulder with a grin-- "glad we could have this chat," and he turns to go and find where he left that bottle of whisky.