"I see." The crone turned the sweater over and over, trying to decide what should be done with it. What should be done to the girl and Eric. "I don't know if you should have it back." It wasn't that she had read his mind, but she could feel his desire for it. Her eyes lifted to look at him; the blood had bonded them after all. Her brow rose slightly almost as if challenging him to say he didn't want it.
"Dust. It may be the type of fairy she is. Damned oversized Tinkerbell. Though I doubt she needs anyone to believe in her or clap to keep her from going out." There was a soft hmph, and she tossed the thing at him. "For a creature who should be deadly and dangerous, you have interesting and ridiculous weaknesses." She wasn't speaking of him in particular, and she was only slightly irritated. He had a liability, and he'd met a true fairy whose power didn't come from other people's belief in her. Though, knowing the girl was indeed of the fair folk, even if only partially could be useful.
Then again, the winged girl wasn't the only liability. "I saw your innocent." The smile grew cruel for only a moment as she slid from the bed to see exactly what damage had been done and to be on the move. "She was so very certain that I assumed incorrectly about something. I'm sure she'll speak to you on it. That perhaps you told me there was something untoward happening between you. To ask how I could imagine you and she may act in some lewd way. I warned her you would ruin her in such a way that would take her power from her. You will if she keeps her relations with you."
She picked up a pair of pants and held them up as if she were looking for something. She turned them this way and that, as she had the sweater.
"You will break her heart eventually. And break your promise to her. That you will not harm her." She tsked softly as she dropped the pants where she found them. She looked at him, standing many feet away.
"I saw him as well, yes." She finally answered his question.