Eric weighs the pros and cons of telling the Magister about Sookie's abilities, but can't find the right way to do both without risking the advantage of having her. "She is...Valuable." The Magister points out that humans exist only to serve their people, and Bill disagrees. The crowd gasps in a single shared oh no he didn't, and the Magister gets bitchy. "Do you question my authority? I am the Magister. I was trained in the Inquisition, and I am the adjudicator for every vampire territory in North America. As the humans say -- the humans you love more than your own kind -- Back your shit down." First of all, you sound ridiculous, and secondly: who even says that? Bill looks primed to go off, like, "Listen, motherfucker," but Eric shushes him and the Magister laughs.
"Well, you haven't bored me. That works in your favor. And you seem to be obedient to your Sheriff..." Eric agrees... "For the most part." Bill's wounded look at Eric is probably the second-funniest thing in the episode, next to Tara's upcoming outfit, and Eric's like, okay, that was a bit much. "When it matters, yes, he is." The Magister reminds us all of the usual sentence, to a series of gasps and moans: "Five years in a coffin chained with silver, during which time your body will waste to leather and sticks. You'll probably go insane..." Bill kind of freaks out at this point. "However," the Magister continues, twirling his cane: "I'm feeling a bit... Creative." Bill stares at him, in a very close up shot that transitions beautifully back to the fais-do-do. Everytime we leave the party, things get worse for everybody, and every time we come back to the party, the music is a little harder, a little scarier and more sexual and driving.
All the boys are doing shots while Arlene sits with Sookie and Amy, a little wobbly and making that drunk girl face like she might burst into tears, such is the depth of her overwhelming emotion. If you learn to recognize that face, it will serve you well, because nothing good ever comes of that face. "You know what I love most about Rene? Ahem, aside from his fine little Cajun butt! He's good to the kids. You know, he's... he's good to me. All the rest were fixer-uppers. But Rene, he's... He's solid, all the way to the foundation. I can count on him. And I've never had that, in all my life." Oh Lord, here it comes. The overshare and complete meltdown. It's written all over her intense face. Luckily, she's sitting at a picnic table with the two most intense people that have ever lived, so they're going to head her off at the pass.