Erica followed Cassidy into the living room like a kicked puppy, not even able to face Alfred as her dreams of a happy little arrangement seemed dashed against the walls of her two lovers.  She listened carefully to their exchange, choosing to remain in the doorway, about equidistant between the two. She crossed her arms over her chest, her head bouncing back and forth between them like a spectator at a tennis match.  This wasn't going at all well, not that she'd expected Cassidy or Alfred to accept the idea without some resistance, but she'd tried to prepare Alfred, at least a little, and she just assumed Cassidy could care less if she had a friend of her own.  Shows what she gets for making assumptions.<br/><br/>Erica's eyes raked along Cassidy's legs as she crossed them, realizing that she was more committed to her sire than she had led herself to believe, her heart fluttering a bit at the quick glimpse of skin.  Alfred's profession of his feelings for her gave another one of those core wrenching stomach turns, knowing what she had asked him to do, what he had done, only to be met by Cassidy's harsh demeanor.  She saw the confused look the term 'ghoul' had caused.  She saw the persistence of his devotion.  She needed him.  She couldn't do this without him.  Not for all eternity.  If she was going to survive, to be strong, like Cassidy wanted her to be, she needed him here, with her.<br/><br/>Her sire wouldn't give up the fight easily, though, and Erica knew just because she hadn't denied Erica right away certainly didn't mean she'd acquiesced to the request.  Alfred might even be in more danger now than before.  Erica needed a way to prove to Cassidy that she was hers, but also to Alfred that he was Erica's.  There had to be a way...she just wasn't seeing it yet.  Until she did, she merely watched, miserable.