Eric's face may have seemed to remain unmoved at the appearance of his bride, but his vampires would have seen the softening. He knew that she herself would feel what he did, that he was happy to see her, happy this day had come, and pleased with the very sight of her.
As she approached, he held out his hand to her to accept the knife that she offered. It was an old relic, as the things in these situations needed to be. One that had been hard to find, but Eric had put the effort into it gladly. While there weren't any vampires present in the City that could witness this exchange and make it legitimate, Eric liked the idea of Baba being his wife in more than just the eyes of the mortal world, but also that world that most didn't know about.
"I accept it." He took the knife carefully out of her grasp and slid it into the pocket inside of his coat. Then he gently held her hand and turned to the man standing before them.