[Rem]

Eric watched him keenly and then gave a wry chuckle, shaking his head. "You -- are so not okay," he sighed and flagged down a male with a purple armband. "But you're not bleeding from the eyeballs or foaming at the mouth, so I'm just gonna move on. But if you ah...start feeling sick or anything, let me know, okay?" He hadn't even thought how being in such a confined space with so many supernatural creatures would affect the youth; he knew how much Mikey intoxicated him, and he had an idea that the boy was more susceptable to that sort of feeling, though he couldn't figure why. It was kind of cute, to be honest. He looked totally drunk off his ass, and a sly little grin slid over his lips as his body slid closer to the other. How drunk?

"Sure thing, princess...I'll feed you anything you want," he murred, moving a hand to Mikey's leg, sliding it up, the skirt crinkling before it as he moved those lightly-grazing digits higher and higher. "What d'ya want?" What did he eat anyway? Food? Blood? Raw meat? They had raw meat... haha he had some meat for him... nahhh he was classier than that, and that was a terrible line.