Eric's fangs did pop, accompanied by a snarl, on hearing that she had been attacked by another vampire. He didn't like that one bit. She was his, and while he understood that there had been things in that world that they couldn't explain and vampires who were not of his ilk, hearing that made him want to find the creature and put an end to it. Just to show it what it meant to feed on another vampire's claim.
Of course, her curse would do much more damage, he thought. In the long run, pain from feeding was far worse a sentence than being ripped apart limb from limb.
"I don't doubt it will stick to him." He wasn't saying it to placate her, but because he knew what her power could do. He'd seen it for himself. Others had seen it, too, with Thomas.
He looked down at his now soaked clothing. The pitiful things he had come back to this City wearing. He had left his nicer outfit with the other Eric, believing that the double shouldn't be forced to wear ratty things constantly when running an entire city.