Errol hadn't known that Eric was anything other than human until he'd exited Bookmark Books in such a showy fashion. At least Beauty had outright said that Lestat was a vampire; the unnatural movements were to be somewhat expected, even if they were still unnerving. He wondered if that was what a Tetragrammaton Cleric at his peak looked like to a normal person, too smooth and just slightly wrong. He couldn't help staring, appreciating the precision of movement from one variety of hunter to another, even if he was out of the business.
When Beauty walked back in, he snapped his head around, watching her now. "You don't have anything to apologize for," he said. "It wasn't your fault." He searched for the words before saying, "I doubt you knew your friends had prior histories together?"
He gave her a smile, one he hoped was reassuring. "Everything's fine."