Eric cocked an eyebrow, pretending to think over the idea of following the rules presented by a trashy horror comedy...that he'd secretly enjoyed as much as she had, but then again, the best thing about this relationship was not having to admit things out loud.
"Then what's the second rule?" he asked.
He could have cared less since he was too fast for any zombie to ever touch him and any that attempted to get inside the train would promptly find themselves headless, but Eric looked forward to it. Considering he couldn't eat, kill, or fuck any of the other people on the train, he supposed he'd settle for protecting them. If it made Sookie happy.