Witches. Eric wasn't sure how to take the prospect of temporary amnesia - on one hand, it wasn't as if he could be held responsible for anything said that was purely idiotic, but that wasn't the concerning part. If he forgot himself too much and fed from the wrong person, that could lead to some trouble with the Authority. As for Bill being King...he was fairly certain he'd seen that movie. Mufasa died before it even ended.
"It's good to know that our politicians are chosen every bit as carefully as they have been in the past," he replied dryly. "Not that I'm about to miss that bitch Sophie-Anne, but for what it's worth, you look good for having been under a rotting spell."
He nudged her playfully, unable to resist teasing her just a little. He could only imagine how perturbed she might have been at the smell alone, much less makeup's inability to correct the flaws. Not that Pam had any flaws since he liked to think he'd chosen his progeny carefully despite the fact that she had actually chosen him. He supposed he could still be angry with her for nearly killing Sookie, but since it had yet to happen for him and according to her, Sookie was still fine in her timeline, it seemed somewhat redundant. And if Pam was lying to him, he would know it.
"So you've managed to nearly kill what is mine, piss me off, and become a maker all in one night," he said lightly. "I can't say I'm not impressed, though...I suppose now I'll have to be nice to Lafayette's little cousin. After all, they're both family now."
Offhandedly, he sort of wonder how his favourite sweetheart was taking to that...too bad he had no way of knowing at the moment.
"After a night like that, who needs the fucking Apocalypse? Have you even been back to Shreveport?"