Eric moved his hands under the fabric of the shirt and lifted it from her, to see. To see her flesh and the marks that may have been left behind by claws and teeth. He wanted to see her body marked in ways that he couldn't, because he didn't have the same teeth and he didn't have the claws.
He kissed the parts of her that were scratched, and licked where he saw bites, trying to taste the boy who had left them. He was listening to her as he moved. Taking in her words and thinking that he would like to watch Henry track her. To see the boy more feral than he had allowed himself to be in their previous encounters.
"Do you think you were his first?" His own fangs had long since shown themselves, from the idea of what Baba and the blue boy had done together.