Much younger vampire. His hair was shorter, albeit not by very much, and perhaps a shade darker. It still fell over the side of his face, but he brushed it back with a slightly irritable gesture reveling his smooth, unblemished and unscarred skin.
He looked around with faint confusion until his eyes fixed on Eric. Then he smiled a bit, inclined his head in recognition of the other vampire and approached.
"Where," he asked, in a familiar voice with a good deal more confidence but not lacking some softness, "am I? Would you be so good as to tell me? I appear to have gone somewhere I did not mean to go."
That was putting it mildly.
And his clothing, lavish and decidedly 'old school' rather gave that away, even if the Nexus hadn't been what it was.