Someone would ruin that giddiness for him. Phaedra new it. There was no rain on a parade like the York Hellmouth rain on a parade.
"Where did you come here from?" she asked.
It was a good, roundabout way of asking what type of vampire he was, who he was affiliated with, all of those things. Phaedra's firm had a lot of information on a lot of different organizations and vampire leaders, whether or not they were the same 'type' of vampire as those in the firm. She knew Eric wasn't like her. Synthetic blood was not something any of her kind would tolerate. They'd resort to the Little Drink, first, then willing donors, then animals. Had all these things been exhausted for Eric?
She expected... well, she wasn't sure what the answer would be. He barely had any accent, he looked like he was some kind of Norse god, but the likelihood of his arrival here being from across an ocean seemed quite slim.