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Eric approaches the Bar with his rolled-up, ruined clothes. He is dressed n the simple linen trousers and tunic Teja gave him to wear when he left the cell.

There is a small exchange via low voice and napkins, and the clothes disappear and are replaced with clean clothes of the same cut and materials as the ones that were ruined.

He turns and looks around the bar. He is hungry.

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Don't look too closely at that black-hooded figure perched in a chair, Eric.

Then again, his attention seems fixed on you, so you may as well. Finvarra watches without blinking, deep and unearthly blue eyes not so much tracking over the vampire as they are watching his face, never straying.

"It has been a long while since I have met one of your kin."

Eric turns toward the voice - and then he goes utterly still.

"Fairy."

It sounds like something between a curse and a prayer. And it is taking tremendous effort not to do anything. Such as leap it. And drink it dry.

He can feel the presence of power in the air. He is no fool.

But - fairy.

"Vampire."

It's an acknowledgement more than an answer; Finn stands, and pulls back his hood, exposing the single star on his brow as he studies what might be. Might be an enemy, or a friend, or a tool to use. So many possibilities.

Finvarra can feel the undercurrent from this one too, the familiar pull of deep water that could oh so easily drown anyone who dares step to its edge. The fae has never been afraid of the ones like this, and he steps closer. "You are thirsty."

"Yes," Eric breathes.

"I was burned and healing that cost me much." If he could salivate, he would.

He hums in consideration.

"You would drink from me," he says, less a question and more a fact, stepping around the table on silent bare feet, and towards Eric.

"But should I let you?" Oh yes, he's taunting the vampire, baiting him to take the first bite.

Eric is pale, but now he turns even whiter, as he growls, "Do not tempt me, fairy!"

he can feel a tremble build up inside him, as the fairy steps closer, and he can smell it.

"Let me or leave me."

There is a ghostly, echoing noise as Finvarra laughs, stepping closer. His teeth are pointed, his ears as well, and he looks less human--more wild; not quite like the fairies Eric is used to, more...dark. He is not so tall as the north-man either, this is true, but he has power the vampire doesn't.

"I will let you," he says, but steps back. "But you will not drain me."

"Could I?" Eric asks and now there is almost nothing left in his voice but the hunger.

He lifts his chin, not quite to the point of exposing his neck, but nearly. "You could," Finvarra answers, unmoving.

Now it's up to Eric.

Eric closes his eyes briefly, his jaw working.

Then he says. "It is not allowed in here. We need to go someplace private."

His voice is hoarse with need.

"I do not have a room," he says softly. "Only the out-of-doors."

"That will be fine," Eric manages.

His fangs ache

How strange this vampire is--holding himself back over the rules.

But Finvarra is obliging, when he chooses, and so seems to vanish and be at the door outside in the space of a blink, slipping through the doorway quickly.

And Eric follows him, vampire-fast, his hand on the fairy's wrist as soon as they are outside.

(ooc: want me to set it up in Eric's journal? I'll head to bed soonish)

Once outside Finvarra loses any appearance of being wholly human, and laughs, tilting his head back.

[ooc: sure! I will look for it.]

(ooc: here)

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