"You would." She tosses back at Eric. Although she doesn't really picture Eric with sacrificial lambs. In her imagination she pictures him with Playboy center fold models or actresses or models or some other form of unobtainable beauties. Mostly, she pictures him with these types of women because Eric has that ethereal unobtainable beauty himself.

As the fae encroach on them, Dawn heeds his word and stays behind him and close. She really, really wishes she had her crossbow right now. It would have come in handy. And without it, or a weapon of any kind, she's pretty useless. She has no super strength/speed/hearing/etc to fall back on.

She stands back and watches Eric fight. His sheer strength is amazing really. When she feels an arm wrap around her neck from behind, she reaches up and is caught off balance for a moment. "Eric!" She screams before she has a moment to think. Then she does the only thing she can do: she bites at the Faerie's forearm. Hard. The fae screams some inhuman sound and lets go of her so that Dawn falls to the ground.

Looking up, she smirks and quips. "Never underestimate biting and hair pulling." Buffy would be proud, she thinks.