[Eric is pissed about being here. There's no reason for him to be here. He doesn't have an addiction certainly not to fairy blood. He is the addiction, a fact that he does not want to share among a group of addicts. More than that even he does not want to be here with these boring, weak-minded, weak-willing humans.
He's lounging in his chair, long legs out and crossed at the ankle. He sighs deeply because apparently sulking isn't going to get him anywhere and he's exhausted and hungry and he'd really like to go back to bed. Some people sleep during the day.
He doesn't stand when he gives his speil. He doesn't see any point in it.]
My name is Eric Northman; I'm a night owl and I'm not addicted to anything.