Eric has been around long enough to know that words are power. If he didn't know how to spin words like a champ, he'd have been dead long ago. He doesn't have the proper respect for authority to be a bumbling idiot. The fact that he's unimpressed with Dawn's sister, beyond the fact that it is her family, will go unspoken.

He still flinches internally when he walks out into the sun. He knows it's not going to burn him, but a thousand years of avoiding it doesn't disappear over night, especially as he remembers nearly being burnt alive by the sun when the effect of Bill's blood wore off. While she's thinking strategy, Eric is simply assured that he's still the scariest monster here. He moves with a great deal more relaxation (after the initial trepidation) than Dawn and lowers himself to the ground all feline grace.

He reclines back on one elbow and to his side as he listens to her ramble. Some of it he tunes out (sorry, Dawn, it's true) but he listens well enough to catch the important points.

"Sugary cereal was introduced a bit after my time," he smirks. "So I'll have to trust you. We often had jerky or cold venison for breakfast."