He can tell that she's having trouble telling him whatever it is. He can feel it because of the blood connection, but he can also see it all over her. He can smell her uncertainty and while anyone else might reassure her, Eric simply waits and let her find her way to telling him.

He happens to like mass destruction. It's generally a good deal of fun as long as he's not the one being destructed. Humans, especially those with an emotional connection to another being, are terrible at telling the truth and at accepting it about those that they love or themselves.

He arches an eyebrow at her as she chews the pizza, knowing she's stalling. "That certainly explains why the fae wanted you. How many people know about this?" He's curious because he wants to know how the fae found out and whom he has to kill in order to make sure no one else finds out. A bit belatedly he realizes that he ought to offer some sort of reassurance that he doesn't mind her being this thing. "That doesn't make you any less real than me or the fae we killed or the werewolves. It simply makes you different. Many things take on the guise of humans." His voice is a bit softer as he says this to her so that she's aware he's not mad nor does he have any intention of leaving her.

He smiles ever so slightly, that smile a bit lopsided. "Indeed. I've helped nearly destroy the world a few times. Does that make me a vicarious villain?" he teases her then moves in to press a kiss to her temple. "Dawn, I don't care if you're a superhero or a villain. I've known you weren't entirely human since the moment I smelled you. I like what you are."