Eric shrugged inwardly. "That is certainly your right." With that, he clicked off the mic and made his way to Bill's holding room, as well. Once he was there, he and Pam lead Bill into a well-furnished "guest room." It was an interior room so there was no worry that a window may somehow "accidentally" be opened, and the bed looked soft and comfortable.
"You may stay here for the day," Eric began. "There is a small fridge with some Tru Blood located on the other side of the bed, as well as a bathroom through that door there. I would suggest that you clean yourself up. You look like death warmed over."
Pam chuckled at Eric's comment, but Eric didn't appear to see the humor in it himself. "Good day, Bill. I will see you this evening. I must remind you - not a word of what happened to Sookie. I assured her that I would get you home safely, and come tomorrow evening, my promise will be fulfilled. Remember, if you betray my trust, you will be signing your own death warrant as long as you remain here or in any other state that is friendly to the queen of Louisiana."
~*~*The insecurity is almost as dire as the actual incidents: Much like democratic presidencies, we live in constant fear, never knowing when the next one will occur*~*