Pam watched the one that the other Eric had made. He was a good strong choice, she supposed. Though he seemed a little too timid. Her head tilted ever so slightly, eyes narrowing just a little. Why him?
"Why you?" She didn't take the hand offered her, not yet. Instead she stood up and moved toward him, her skirt moving ever so slightly with the few steps it required to close the gap between them. Her hands lifted and rested on the Southern boy's chest; his hand still ignored. Those same small hands moved up to the shoulders then down along the strong arms.
"Are you worthy?" Without warning, the petite vampire went on the attack. Smaller body meant she'd have to fight with cunning and not strength, even if she did have a few years on the big man. She'd been taught by a Viking king to deal with whatever came her way, and there had been a few years on her own. A strike to his side, another to yet another vulnerable spot, then she moved away.
A Pam in a nice pair of trousers stepped out from where she was hiding, not moving to help her little brother, but she did nod ever so slightly, giving him permission to fight back. She doubted that the one testing Eric's latest Progeny would try to take his life; neither Pam would do that. Not without damn good reason.