Eric had been giving attention to a pair of girls who had approached him, filled with giggles and alcohol, wanting to talk to the Viking King of the vampires. It was annoying, of course, but all part of the job. He smiled a them and showed them fang, which made them jump and giggle more. He alluded to spending a night with them and showing them pleasures that they'd never even dreamed of, which made them blush and run off.
It didn't mean he hadn't noticed when the strange one showed up. The lack of her heartbeat at first had made him think she was a new vampire, but then it had sounded. Once, slowly. Curious about her, Eric abandoned his throne and made his way to the bar. He stood behind her silently for a moment, inhaling her scent. He couldn't decide what she was. Not a vampire, he was fairly sure. He'd met all kinds in this City, and none of them had smelled like that. And none of them, not even Aidan Waite, had a heartbeat.
Curious, Eric took the stool next to hers and swung himself around so that he could prop his elbow on the bar while he looked at her.