He looked around the room too and nodded.  "They don't have many, do they?" Eric asked, just continuing the conversation.  Some small part of him felt sorry for his fellow patron.  But it was only a small part.  Most of the rest of his mind was busily undressing her and Dahlia, individually.  As he mentally shifted to what he might do with them, a definite stirring began down below.  He shifted slightly in his chair, whether to bring his more and more obvious eaction into Laura's view or not even he didn't know, but comfort was definitely a thought.