Eric frowned as the man sniffed the air and a small mocking grin spread across his face,<span style="color: #40BF00"> "It figures that you are friends with dogs Cross." </span>Eric placed his hankercheif back into his pocket and was about to turn around and ignore the mutt when Cross spoke to him,<span style="color: #FF0000">'Let me talk to him Eric.'</span><br/><span style="color: #40BF00">"What?"</span><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">'I know him let me talk to him.'</span>Eric paused for a moment and thought about this since he had almost never heard Cross so serious before. In a couple of seconds he turned back to the wolf with a wide grin on his face,<span style="color: #FF0000">"It's been a while Edward! Been pissing on the heads of a lot of deamons or so I've heard lately." </span>He clapped the man on the shoulder and turned to Sekhet,<span style="color: #FF0000">"Go to the bar my dove your drink is on me."</span>He winked and recieved a scowl but he didn't know if she had listened to him.