If there was anything in the world that could've shocked Molly, this was definitely it. She had expected fear, certainly, but not for the reason that Luka was clearly thinking of. He was having post-traumatic reactions, not due to what had happened to him during his time at war, but due to the fact that he'd apparently been raped at some point. He was terrified, and she could feel all of the extreme levels of emotion rolling off of him as they stood there. "I'm not going to rape you," she assured him quietly. "I've no intention of doing that to you or anyone else. But I need for you to understand fully what you're asking me for."

She quickly and carefully let go of Luka, but kept a firm grip on his wrist to keep him from running away. "Don't leave," she insisted, holding his gaze with her own and tapping into her Presence to calm him. He was terrified and angry and hurting, and there was nothing any human being would've been able to do to help him right now. But Molly was far from human, and her eyes met his calmly and held his gaze. "I do not want to kill you, or even to harm you," she assured him. "I only want to explain to you that the Embrace is no simple thing. Jett is difficult. A handful. He's extremely intelligent, as I can tell you are, too. You are far from being not good enough. Do not think that I am judging your capabilities as one of our Kind should you be Embraced. But I cannot take on being your Sire, because I'm already a Sire to a new childer. I need you to remain calm, darling, so that I can take you to a place where you can meet others like me, and see Jett. What is your name anyway?"