â€œThomas, Thomas, Thomas, you really shouldnâ€™t have killed those men. That makes me very upset.â€ Eric said his voice calm but something was there he hadnâ€™t heard in years, it was the voice he used against his opponents, the gangs, the people like Riddick. It felt good, slipping back to that persona. â€œIndeed.â€ Eric said when Thomas asked about him being Katâ€™s partner. Never once letting his guard down, he had heard the comment about them training and he would ask her about it later but now he was intent on this guy in front of him. Thomas was slippery and from the sound of it had a silver tongue.<br/><br/>At the moment he did not care if they would get in trouble, if it came right down to it he was pissed. His arm was bent to pin Thomas to the wall, as Thomas faced him he saw the confidence in those eyes. Soon he would lose that confidence. Smiling a big toothy smile he chuckled. â€œYouâ€™re parched right? Here let me help you with that.â€ Taking the knife he stabbed it through Thomasâ€™s hand, the one that had been holding the knife that killed the guards. He brought his own knife hand up quickly to cove Thomasâ€™s mouth, knife blade first to protect his hand from biting. â€œStill thirsty?â€ he asked eyes boring into Thomasâ€™s.<br/><br/>Heâ€™d have to apologize to Kat later for this, and probably will wind up getting kicked out of the military for this, but he really didnâ€™t care. â€œNow for the life of me I cannot tell you why I stopped Ryan from killing you, Iâ€™m really starting to regret that. So the question is, would you prefer slow or quick. Speak up now or I might just have to take a finger.â€ If Thomas was a good face ready, or eye reader he would tell that Eric wasnâ€™t kidding around, he was dead set on doing this.