"Apparently." Eric looked at the sweater again, silently wishing he could have it back, but not wanting to look like it was a weakness, or make Baba angry. "Her smell was intoxicating." He said, remembering it. "But there was something else. She had some dust that she expelled from her body. I have no idea what it was made of, but it amplified everything I was feeling about her."
He sat up finally, dragging his body toward the wall the bed sat against, not caring about his nudity one bit. "But she's alive. The fact that I have the sweater and it's not covered in blood is a testament to that."
Eric looked at the woman on the bed with him. He could feel her slight irritation and knew that she didn't understand. He'd never told her. He'd never honestly thought about it. Only the once had he smelled fairy since he'd been here, and it had been on somebody else, not a part of them.
"Their blood is very attractive to us, and highly addictive. It's a wonder that I didn't rip into her. I think the dust might have prevented it, though. I wanted to roll in her clothing." He said the last with a little wonder in his voice. "Fairies generally stay away from vampires entirely. We're a danger to them. We kill them. We can't help ourselves once we get the scent of them in us, we need to have more."
Eric realized that there was another smell in the room that didn't belong to either of them. He finally looked Baba over and saw that she wasn't in what would be considered actual clothes.
"You saw Hank?" He had a feeling that it had been much more than that.