Eric picked up the ice pack that Vala had dropped and placed it carefully over his eye again, using his free hand to pour himself a glass of whiskey. "Apparently yes, that is what he thinks of you," Eric answered, his voice tinged with coldness that wasn't directed at Vala. He took a drink from his glass, hoping that it might help relax him. Seeing as he had no idea how alcohol affected Alcide's body, he didn't know if it would help or not.