"I've seen your website. It's quite, um, low rent. But your clients miss you, Lafayette. They're wondering if you're ever coming back," says Eric. This is like etiquette for him. Lafayette asks honestly if he is, which is forthrightness Eric will always respect, but he just looks down at him while Pam continues to fuss. "Look, I'm here because of the V, right? How about I give you the names of everybody I ever sold to?" Pam almost sniggers ("All this time I thought prostitutes were good at keeping secrets") and he gives her a great little speech. "Oh, don't get it twisted, Honeycomb. I'm a survivor first, a capitalist second, and a whole bunch of other shit after that. But a hooker, dead last." Pam nods, like, okay then. "So if I got even a Jew At An Al Qaeda Pep Rally shot at getting my black ass up out this motherfucker, I'm taking it. Now, what you want to know?"

Pam looks at Eric, who brings up Eddie's disappearance. Lafayette swears he doesn't know, and is a little sad for him -- "Last time I saw him he was doing real good," he says ruefully -- but the assumption is that he was kidnapped. And by whom? Lafayette swears he doesn't know, but as they press him with their eyes, he says it could have been Jason Stackhouse. Pam gets excited, because she loves Sookie more than Eric does even, and talks to him in Swedish. "Sookie's brother. Could be fun?" Eric admits it could be, but that it would be stupid, because Sookie is "too important to us." I don't know what that means, still, yet, but Pam does, and agrees.

"Sadly," Eric says, addressing him again, "This information is of no use to me. Not now, anyway." Lafayette feels shitty for having given it up. "I understand dealers of vampire blood sometimes trade product with one another across state lines," Eric says. (This phrase recurs throughout the script this week, maybe on purpose maybe not, but the idea of crossing boundaries is always so huge with vampires, and there's the whole thing with Mr. Hamby's door alarm, and Jessica crossing from girl to woman. And there's Jason standing on the line between hate and salvation, unsure if he's a saint or a traitor, beloved or hated; and then plus you got Maryann literally crossing the lines between states, vibrating men into animals and dancing upright citizens into who knows what and generally dancing back and forth across the line that separates us from God, so maybe not so coincidental.)

Eric asks if Lafayette has any buyers in Dallas, and there's only one, nameless: "I have an e-mail address. Pussylover9@gmail.com." (Possible shemale.com; either way, Pam's amused. She laughs at Chow and even spares Lafayette a smile before going back to combing out the blood.) "A friend of mine in the Dallas area, his name is Godric, has gone missing. Now, while the circumstances of his disappearance are unclear, it stands to reason his blood would be very valuable, as he's over twice my age and ten times the vampire I will ever be." Pam chides him for his attempt at humility, and Eric spikily informs her that it's not humility, it's just true. "Your associate, this... Pussylover. Has he or she mentioned any new product coming on the market?"