He couldn't stop himself from laughing a bit from the way she was talking while he let his hands fall away from her arms, freeing her even with as much fun as it was to let her panic. "It's Eric," he told her after a moment, keeping in her space as his arms fell to his sides, wondering if she would suddenly remember who it was after she had heard his name. "Are you scared I'm going to hurt you, little one," the blond questioned, leaning down slowly in the pitch black and letting his lips brush over the shell of her ear. "I could if you wanted me to, of course, but I can be gentle," Eric went on, stroking her cheek with a cold hand.