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Come out and play, slayers.

[Grinning]

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What can I say? I'm bored.

[Aaand much more glamorous then youu]

Get a DS.

[Okay, you try glamoring a slayer. I'll be over here laughing at you]

Grow a pair.

[Not going to cower from tiny little blonde girls wielding stakes]

How mature.

[Do you want your remains to be kept in the fridge or should I bury you?]

I try.

[Would like to have his remains spread over Sookie!]

I doubt it.

[:/. That's gross. I'm sure she'd love being covered in vampire goop]

[Hey it's his final request and she's been covered in worse. *cough*Bill germs*cough*]

Some of us weren't born in an age where humans let guns do the killing for them. The thrill of battle, of a good fight is nothing you would understand, Bill. From what I here, you could hardly stand one war.

[Try being a viking and killing with your bare hands and highly effective metal weapons]

[DIAF Eric]

Pity you have become so apart from humanity that you must rely on petty antagonism to get through the night.

You are correct in guessing that I feel nothing.

[Except for his maker...and Sookie]

How is our dear Sookie sleeping lately? Restless at all?

[Again with the smug grin

Quite restless as we have relations every night of the week several times throughout the night.

[TMI Bill!]

And I think I've lost my appetite for the evening.

You're quite a buzzkill Bill, truly. A wet blanket of the highest caliber.

[A small pause]

Relations? That is what you call it?

It's the polite way of saying the act.

Just say sex or fuck.

[Ofcourse Eric has no problem at all calling sex just what it was]

I can give you a whole list of appropriate words. Just don't ever use 'relations' again.

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