Eric wasn't going to stand there and continue to defend himself. John would believe what he wanted to, and that was enough for the hybrid. While he was uncomfortable by John's suspicions, Eric took no measure to settle them one way or the other. He was going to stick to his story because when it came down to brass tax, Macklyn was always going to be more important to the hybrid than John. No matter what.
"Would they call her crazy in a world that advertises the presence of the undead?" Eric inquired without challenge. There were vampire clubs here, they weren't shy about concealing their presence to others. He had never been to any of them for a good reasons, but that didn't mean he wasn't aware of their existence.
Eric stepped across the pavement slowly to one of the downed men, crouching down to look at the body better. It was still breathing, the heart was slowed due to the unconscious state but he was still alive. Touching the clothing, Eric frowned some. It seemed all of the attackers had been clad similarly, clothes of red and black. Interesting. "Are you going to need some help cleaning up?" Eric inquired, talking to John while still examining one of the men.