Eric couldn't figure her out. Though he did catch the look she gave the bartender. His eyes narrowed. The bartender scurried away.
"They don't let me do anything. This is my bar." His eyes went to the other half. "Well. Half of it is my bar. The other half is an unholy abomination that was foisted upon me by this city."
His hand did not extend in greeting. "I'm Eric Northman."
Not a vampire, for sure. But what? If she didn't bring it up soon, he was going to. The curiosity was killing him, and it would be impossible for him to stay silent on the matter.