He raised one dark, blond brow at the fidgeting human and a slight, amused smile came over his lips. She was young--and not just physically--he could tell that from the way she acted, and the gears in her pretty, blonde head were obviously turning.
"Mm. I see. So you've not yet had a Master in your life," Eric asked next, reclining in the chair and crossing one leg over the other to lift one expensive leather boot off the ground. He gave off the aura, as casual as it was, that he was a very important man, and one to be respected and answered when given a question.