Eric watched the Angel shift into two human bodies, causing the obscene glow to cease, and only a faint aura was visible. Eric wasn't the most gifted as seeing through disguises. He reached up and pulled his sunglasses off, and put them back in a case, and then his pocket. By now he was across the street and within several yards of the angels. He took his cigarette and flicked it into the cinder pile, while rubbing his hands together.

Eric looked at the two angels. He really wasn't entirely sure why he was here. He shrugged and spoke. "I dunno. I do these patrols sometimes, self appointed really, by myself, looking for demons and such, I suppose. I don't usually find many but I have been seeing more recently." Eric paused to scratch the back of his head. "Do, uh, you guys watch movies? There's this cliche in some where someone meets someone in a fight, and they show they're trustworthy by helping them fight. Its usually overdone. The protagonist fights off something, and usually misses one, and then the other person gets the one they miss. Its really tacky, but I guess I don't have that option since you're so thorough." Eric paused to gesture at the piles of demonic remains.

Eric looked at the two angels. He was kind of rambling. It was a way to try and dispel the idea he was a threat, and also an attempt for him to try and find something to do tonight. "So, you two, or is it one? I don't have much experience with angels. Anyways, do you need help? I'm Eric, by the way. Sensitive, pretty obvious that is, though. I know my way around some demons, so I'm not useless or helpless." Eric's eyes took on a little passion as he finished. "Or, do you know where the demons have been coming from?"