He's unimpressed with Buffy, but then in Eric's world being impressed makes you someone's bitch and Eric isn't willing to be anyone's bitch. He barely knows Buffy, but he's got no desire to get to know her better. He's never really done the family thing, at least not since he was human a millennium ago.
The sunlight probably isn't particularly flattering to him, but the fact remains that he's still Eric Fucking Northman and he looks like some Norse god. Dawn is as safe right now beside Eric as she is ever in this place.
He raises one eyebrow at her, smirking a little at her pondering. He tilts his head, expression softening a little as he reaches out to run his index finger along Dawn's neck. "How about you eat the jerky?" he suggests, his voice turning to a low purr-growl at the next suggestion, "and I'll eat you?" Yes, his words could sound threatening, but Eric hasn't lost control while feeding in centuries (the one fairy thing aside). He's not going to start by losing control with someone he's actually beginning to give a damn about.
He snorts and rolls his eyes at that. "älskling, have you ever been anywhere close to the norselands?" Pro-tip, Eric: They're not called norselands anymore. They're individual countries now. "It's cold and as a human, I was as affected by it as you would be. Making helmets was expensive and time consuming. I wore a round iron helmet because I was to be king one day and deemed important. The horns are a creation of some opera in the nineteenth century." He appreciates that interest and attraction. it's mutual, even if he does get frustrated with her sometimes. He gets frustrated with everyone. He's charmed by few and Dawn is one of those few.
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The sunlight probably isn't particularly flattering to him, but the fact remains that he's still Eric Fucking Northman and he looks like some Norse god. Dawn is as safe right now beside Eric as she is ever in this place.
He raises one eyebrow at her, smirking a little at her pondering. He tilts his head, expression softening a little as he reaches out to run his index finger along Dawn's neck. "How about you eat the jerky?" he suggests, his voice turning to a low purr-growl at the next suggestion, "and I'll eat you?" Yes, his words could sound threatening, but Eric hasn't lost control while feeding in centuries (the one fairy thing aside). He's not going to start by losing control with someone he's actually beginning to give a damn about.
He snorts and rolls his eyes at that. "älskling, have you ever been anywhere close to the norselands?" Pro-tip, Eric: They're not called norselands anymore. They're individual countries now. "It's cold and as a human, I was as affected by it as you would be. Making helmets was expensive and time consuming. I wore a round iron helmet because I was to be king one day and deemed important. The horns are a creation of some opera in the nineteenth century." He appreciates that interest and attraction. it's mutual, even if he does get frustrated with her sometimes. He gets frustrated with everyone. He's charmed by few and Dawn is one of those few.