"Whatever I want." Eric smiled at him, full of mirth. Sookie would have glared at that grin but this woman wasn't Sookie. Nobody really was and that was probably a good thing. "I own this bar." Okay, not entirely true but close enough. Pam owned the bar and Pam was Eric's progeny. Although he had technically released her they were still so close it hardly seemed to matter. He regretted releasing her now but there was nothing to be done. She had her own progeny to manage.
"I'm a thousand years old. It's the end of the world and I still have a bar full of humans begging for my attention and a brothel out in the woods where I can have my fill of sex and blood. I would say for an apocalypse, this one isn't so bad." Although he didn't care much for the smell. Zombies smelled like shit and Eric wasn't a fan although he had adjusted a bit to the smell of them over the last year or so.
"I am the oldest known vampire in Everett. Do you know how powerful my blood is? Maybe you would like to sample some for yourself." Eric was still smiling. He would give blood to the hospital and unlike other vampires, his blood didn't come with the danger of turning people into vampires if they accidentally fell down and snapped their neck with his blood in their system. No. Eric's line had a much more complex way of turning their progeny.
So yes, he would give up some of his blood. For a price. He hadn't decided exactly what yet but Meredith was pretty and she was fun to play with and Eric did enjoy his time with those he paid particular attention to for one reason or another.