Jack rubbed fingers over the previously bitten skin. The crone could probably break skin, but they hadn't finished their discussion, had they? Hands slid up the vampire's arms, keeping him where he was. The crone knew that Eric could move, overpower whatever body being used, but there was something about Jack's body holding Eric in place....
Jack bit again into the Viking's shoulder, harder this time. "Good, then I won't worry about you exploding into fiery bits and pieces. The burning, I suspect, is not permanent. Or you'd probably have the ruined flesh."
His lips were near the vampire's ear, nibbling for a moment before he had to laugh, short and sweet. It wasn't that he was laughing at Eric, but there was something interesting, something that made the crone smile, actually laugh. There was joy in the laughter rather than derision.
"You'd be the only one I wouldn't mind being able to find when seeking." The cabin had its own methods and sometimes those were damn irritating. Eric knew that the relationship between cabin and crone was a strange, tricky one. He bit again before kissing at the abused skin. It would heal quickly, if it bruised at all. "We should do this soon. The City will probably have some ridiculous idea, and I would not like for your fun to be interrupted by its idiocy."