While he hadn't been fishing for compliments, he did appreciate them, just as he appreciated Gabe's warm shoulder against his own and his fingers in his hair. He had meant what he said: Eric wanted connection. He was far from home, far from his beloved family, and wanted to grasp to anything that would be comforting. That morning, well, it had been a bloody meal with Lucas. Tonight, it was Gabe.
Maybe, many nights it would be Gabe. That would be up to Gabe and Eric laughed as well, leaning up to nuzzle against Gabe's jawline. "We call them brighttooth, in our tongue. And they are not the only ugly things down there. One good thing about being up here, about seeing in the light, many pretty things to look at." He tilted his head up to smile teasingly at Gabe; obviously, what he meant was that Gabe was one of those pretty things.
He rested his hand on Gabe's chest, right over his beating heart. Eric could hear it, of course, but feeling it was better. "Remember." He said, calm and easy as he nuzzled against Gabe's cheek, trying to get him to turn his head enough for a kiss. "We not do anything you not want." And then he kissed him, soft and sweet. Compared to his activities earlier in the day, it was downright innocent, Eric wanting to go nice and slow, to ease Gabe into things. If Gabe backed off, they could just snuggle, like he'd said.