Eryx set his eyes on Vlad's, he was showing Vlad what he wanted to see. Offensively Eryx knew his ability didn't carry as much, though he was processing everything, manipulating the anger in these criminals. He couldn't be sure of any of his accusations, even if they were the way he could make sense of this. One might notice if they're perceptive the way he'd been tapping the table ever so lightly, as if pulling strings of a puppet, comprehensive and controlling.