Eric felt his wife's curiosity and knew that she was at the old apartment. Their bond was the way it should be now, strong and threading through him as much as it threaded through her. He felt like he wouldn't lose her, but that could just be the cockiness that he always had.
He anticipated the deliciousness of the two of them meeting with his mirror and enjoying the night. He had staunchly refused to discuss further what might happen to all of them, in his mind, there wasn't anything they could do about it, any which way. Why spend too much time tormenting themselves on the matter?
Eric got to the room just as his Other did. They appraised one another for a moment, each considering the body that was his and yet not. They had explored and wondered and now it was time for Baba Yaga to do the same. This was really her night, they both knew it.
He opened the door and smiled at his wife. "I think for the purposes of this night, you should refer to him by our old name, Lief. Since he's the more savage and harsh of the two of us."
It was not an insult. Merely a truth. Lief-nee-Eric saw this and nodded in agreement. "It will be easier for us all."