Eric refrained from rolling his eyes, but only barely. "Bullshit." He leaned on the bar, curling his fingers around the edge closest to himself. "If that's what you wanted to know, you could have come when the club is open. Instead, you come in a full hour before, manipulating my staff no less. If you cared about any rules at all, you wouldn't have done that."
He didn't care about the girl herself. It was the principal of the matter. In fact, he might have been secretly delighted to watch the girl die. Or not so secretly.
"Rules for the club are: No drinking from mortals inside. No killing humans inside. This club has been put in place for humans to seek out vampires, to watch them. To fuck them. I don't give a shit. It makes me money, and if that is threatened, that's what I care about." Eric stared long and hard at the newcomer, not moving. "Personal rules, well. Those are different. What I believe would be branded as nonexistent. But I can't see why you would care about that."