She may not realize it, but Dawn is smoking hot. Eric appreciates that. The eyeroll makes him chuckle a little. "Maybe I like that in a woman," he winks at her. The sacrificial lamb bit he means. "I'll be sure to put the word out to the supernatural world that you'd prefer to be kidnapped by someone that likes Sandy post make over."

Eric watches movies and TV. There's a certain vampire slayer show (shhh) that he adores. He'd watched all seven seasons of it when he'd had amnesia at Sookie's house. He just doesn't know a lot of pop culture. He's got things to do when he's awake. like rescue damsels.

It's quite stubborn and he's not one to underestimate Dawn. "Never thought you were," he tells her as he holds his hand out for hers. Once she's out of the cage, he lets go of her hand so that he's got both hands free. He doesn't mind that she hangs on by his shirt. Her grip isn't strong enough to hinder him if he has to fight.

"Stay behind me and close," he tells her. This is not going to be pretty. The fae slash at Eric with talons, slicing through his shirt and across his chest, but he attacks with more speed and strength than they can muster. One raises it's light and gets a good burn off on the side of Eric's face before he rips its head off.