"I'm heartbroken." He sounds sarcastic but his heart's not really in it. Partially because he is, at least, a little devastated about other things, but certainly not the idea of missing out on a date with Diana.

"You didn't know I'm a no-bar, though. So you don't feel anything on normal people? I always just assumed you at least sensed a nothing if there wasn't any power there." He pulls his hand away and shrugs. "So that's no good."

And he's back to being fine never touching Diana again.

He coasts at a little under twenty miles an hour down the road, occasionally veering around cars that were just left in the street. They don't see any monsters. Maybe the monsters don't come out at night after all.

The car's got a half a tank, which is good information for him to tuck away for later. He pulls over onto the sidewalk once they hit a stretch of road with no bodies anywhere. Better to deal with any territorial survivors than the monster again.

"Might as well search this house. I'll keep the motor running in case we have to book it out of there." Honestly, it might be smarter to take the keys with him, since he expects if they get chased Diana will leave without him without a second glance, but, well. He'd do the same to her, and he'd rather not wrestle with the engine as a beast descends on him.