[Elijah just rubbed his forehead, frustrated that Kyle just didn't get what a horrible person he was. Kyle was human, and Elijah had killed so many people that he'd lost count. He let the woman he loved die, and here Kyle was saying that he'd be fine with dying for Elijah. It made no sense, and yet it made something in him ache, yet made him nauseous at the same time-- like he was repsonsible and knew it. Was this yet another dream he'd wake from knowing everything that he'd done wrong?

No, it couldn't be, and Elijah would not allow himself to even consider the thought.

You're a fool to even think that. You have no idea who I am, or what I've done. You can say what you will, but you haven't known me long enough to really understand the type of person I am. I'm violent and evil. I kill without thinking twice when it suits me. I can feed from a human without a second thought. In fact, I did it earlier tonight. I sought a woman, compelled her, drank from her and left her.

[he thinks he can shock Kyle into sense, or shake some sense into this man who seems to know that Elijah is this other person, this delightful fool with some amazing virtue, when Elijah knows full well and good now, that he is nothing of the sort.]