[His smile for her changes, and while Maverick's given her plenty of those over the months they've known each other, they haven't been quite like this. It isn't just the fangs, though those are an obvious difference. He isn't...guarded, or sarcastic, or tired, or playing it up. He's just there, smiling at her.]

It's not being so goddamn scared all the time. I thought... [He laughs a little to himself, scuffing his foot on the ground.] I really fucking thought this was one of the worst things that could ever happen to me. But I'm still me! And I like me...most of the time. So if this wasn't so bad... So what, right?