"Do you know what ghosts smell like?" Eric inquired, curious if the young vampire had ever truly met another ghost. He didn't think ghosts really had a smell, or if they did perhaps it would be something nearer to the clean smell of no life that came with death. Or maybe not. John was smelling the fairy, Eric knew, but he wasn't going to correct his friend. Not if he wanted to keep John alive.
Eric found John's answer to his question odd. Why did all of that suddenly matter to him when it hadnt before now? Strange. "Well, hopefully you've gotten your answer. You let that girl get away knowing you are what you are. That's dangerous for a vampire to do," Eric reminded the vampire. He had enough vampire friends in his past to be familiar with the routine.