Being in a room full of humans was a test to his self-control that Eric wasn't sure he was entirely prepared to handle. While he had drunk on both Olaf and the Bellefleurs' fae girl, it still didn't change the fact that smelling humans made him long for blood all the same.

The girl in the corner was interesting. She didn't smell human and, strangely, smelled the closest to vampire of anyone he'd scented since arriving here. He drew closer, a little further into personal space than normally acceptable.

"You are not human," he whispers, just below the audible range of most humans.