Eric chalked the presence up to simply vampiric skill. None of the others had heard him playing and he had been at it for most of the afternoon and evening. No, with the door to the studio closed as well as the shut front door, there was no way that anyone other than a vampire would have heard him.
Moving to stand, Eric nodded. A siren, perhaps. He mused at the idea and smiled a little bit at it. "What exactly did she sing that lured you in?" He hadn't even playing anything recognizable or substantial.
Lifting his arm, Eric extended the Les Paul toward John, inviting him closer, "Do you play?" He was curious. Not many did play that he knew, nor did he think that many had the ear to define the sound for what it was and could be.