Good. She understood now- and understood his reasons for dancing around as he had. And through this maneuvering, he had hopefully established himself as... Holding some measure of worth. It was a dangerous game, but it was one he was growing progressively more accustomed to. And now it was her move. A vague promise followed by a clear demand. Withholding his name wouldn't serve him any good. And he had no intention of lying. He had made his point, and hopefully added to his resume. If her offer proved fruitful, he might not have to busy himself with odd jobs and pinched blood bags.
"of course. It is Seth. Seth Kind. It is a pleasure to meet your acquaintance. I admit the prospect of a more permanent arrangement hasn't always suited me- but I'm also certain it would be more beneficial to stay outside your crosshairs. Your gaze is intense enough, as it stands." He didn't think her gaze an effort to intimidate, and he had no intent of backing away. He was enjoying himself.
"blood from the recently dead or dying is... Macabre. But I have tried it, before- and it is viable. More so than blood bags, at any rate. And I would be quite grateful if such an arrangement could be made... Though I admit, I had hoped for a more intriguing prospect while I was here." Blood was well and good- the hunger would always be there. But Seth was a thief, and when he didn't hunger for blood, he hungered for more permanent and material things.