Anyone would be drawn to the sight of a pure-blooded fae waiting to be auctioned off; but anyone sane would stay away. Luckily (or unluckily) enough for Eric, sane was something he was not--which was about as much as you could expect from a man over a thousand years old.
He was going to get himself in trouble again, like he did with the last slave, he supposed and he could already hear the call he would be getting from Vlad, trying to chastise him for the things he chose to do with his money. Wise words coming from a man with children like him...
If he knew anything about fae, he knew they were capable of reading minds--except those of vampires, that was. Being undead had more than a few perks.
Curious, he tapped on the glass like you would if you were trying to get an animal's attention, and then he waited for a reaction.