Winter hesitated, aware that this was exactly the sort of thing Willy and Fin didn't want him doing. Rushing off with strangers, being reckless... But Eric seemed nice. He had bought him coffee, taken him to see an opera. Surely this was safe.

He had seen vampires in films, and so he felt somewhat sure he was doing this right as he nodded nervously and tiled his head slightly to one side, offering his neck.

Even to a mortal's nose, Winter smelled sweet. Like pink Moscato and hard candy- Or chocolate cake and butter cream frosting. It sort of depended on the pixie's mood and what he'd been nibbling on all day, really.