He wasn't fighting it, but at least he tasted scared, and laced with the oh so special flavor of his blood, it was already a fucking treat. Eric drank for a long few seconds, savoring the warm blood, then straightened up and licked his lips, his smile bloody and even more dangerous than usual, with his fangs still out. "Want to heal?" he asked, and pierced his thumb on one of his fangs to hold it out to Manuel in offering.