Any hint of a smile is quick to vanish again, and the intensity of the brooding gaze ramps up a little. "...Good for you." There's plenty of bitterness packed into those three words. Connor has surrounded himself with mortals before, and they paid the price for knowing him, so he's more than a little leery of trying that route again.

It's true that he made his worst enemy through his own actions, but that was a long time ago before he knew what he was, and therefore entirely an accident.

"...What was your line of work?" He's got a guess already, but she should appreciate he's making an actual effort at conversation. It seems to be a struggle for him.