Sookie," Eric said. I didn't think he'd heard a word. "Yield to me." Well, that was pretty direct.

We might be on the same page, but I wasn't happy about reading it.

Easy to exemplify my true feelings towards him

He picked some unwise words. Saying, “I’ll enjoy killing you for my lord”, is just not the way to make my acquaintance.

His eyes were still like caves with ghosts dwelling in their depths.

He pulled my coat off my shoulders, looked at it with distaste, hung it on the back of one of the chairs pushed in under the kitchen table. "You are beautiful". No one had ever looked me in the eyes and said that. Eric to Sookie, Page 208.

A dog – a collie – went up to Eric, looked up at his face, and growled. “Shoo,” Eric said, making an imperious gesture with his hand.