Eric looked at the tiny creature. He had not tried to judge size beyond that glow, but what he was seeing now caused a smile to twitch briefly at the corner of his mouth. It couldn't be more than maybe two feet. He was absolutely towering over the fairy.
His eyes fell on the boxcutter.
"No. Not in the way you're thinking of, I don't." He agreed. Eric didn't want to harm the fairy at all. But the smell had begun to take it's hold on him. The sweet scent of fairy. The sight of the wings, the wildness of the hair. It all came together to tell his senses what he was near. Memories flooded. He could recall the taste of the blood now, which he had not quite gotten to with the girl.
"You are a full blooded fairy." He said. "I have not seen one of you in hundreds of years. Did you know there's a little mixed blood around here?"