"I found a key in my desk as well," he said. "It fits no lock I have found thus far, but it must go somewhere."

"Yes, it's gone. Otherwise I would have known where you were when I came to find you," he said, his voice calm despite his inner irritation. "I would be able to feel your emotions, and yet I have no idea how you are feeling." After becoming used to their connection, sensing nothing was strange. "If you are willing, I'd prefer it if you took my blood, if only to test if it can be regained. It would be useful in order to keep track of you in the house. Of course, only if you do not find it repulsive." Eric said it as if it were a joke, if only not to sound as serious as he thought the situation was.

"I imagine they likely work, as most of mine do. Slightly dulled, but still functional. For instance, I can still fly, though somewhat poorly. And maddeningly slowly." His annoyance was perfectly obvious this time as he spoke, his eyes flashing.

He took a seat as instructed, giving her a flirtation look. "Of course, I will be a perfect gentleman." Eric inhaled the scent of her hair as he leaned towards her, his fangs extending as she brushed away her hair. "Trust me," he whispered as his arm slipped around her waist to steady her before his teeth broke the skin of her throat. He was experienced at this, and so he was as gentle as he was able. After all, she was doing him a favor. He wouldn't make it unpleasant for her.

Who knew, perhaps she might even like it. Eric had seen Bill's marks on her, after all.