"There is no advantage for your kind in the way that I'm talking about." Eric was half warning the fairy, he knew - especially given the encounter with the pink haired girl - that he could do almost anything. He had, he thought of it now with extreme shame, played fetch with the girl's shoe, just to be around her. He had kept himself from the most extreme action, but barely. Doing that was much, much harder around Toot-toot and his full blooded musk.
"Where I come from, fairies have been driven toward extinction by vampires. It's said that some still survive, but not in the numbers they once held, and they certainly come nowhere near us."
The two he'd met here in the City were the closest he'd gotten to any fairy in at least a hundred years. Maybe more. He'd tasted them in his life, and had all the same issues with stopping at just a sip that every vampire had. It was impossible to do so without the interjection of another party. Even then, unless it was somebody strong enough to separate the two and keep them apart, there was still risk.