[At first he wonders if she's planning to kill him or drive him away. If that happens, it won't be easy for either of them. But then she continues and he pauses, blinking in surprise.]

You want to see the real me?

[A being born of darkness, and a being born of light. He doubts she'll be as okay with the real him as the him that she knew. Not that there were many differences beyond his calmer attitude.

Well, it would be a relief to let the act drop. Restraining his words was such a bitch...]

Fine, then.

[Lifting a hand, he beckons for her to come sit down.]

But if you want the 'true' me for your friend, the question is if your guilt can handle it. After all, you're talking about befriending someone who's associated with a whole lot of darkness.