Pam has to admit, there are still times that Eric gets to her. Rather, there are still times that she allows herself to feel it, because Eric will always, always get to her.


She turns her head just a fraction, and she purrs into his ear:

"And you... still smell like dead dog."


She steps back, grinning up at him because she is a bitch, and she rubs at the dried blood still caked on his chin.

"Clean yourself up."