"Why thank you," he said with a cheesy, teethy grin. "And nope, not yet. Only a matter of time though, you know me." Putting on an exagerated Eastern European accent, he continued "zese Slavics, zey love ze English men, yah? Eet is all about ze stamina." He chugged back on his beer. He was feeling good; it was good friends, good conversations, good times. The boys and all the girls were out on an adventure, having it large on the other side of the continent. Vlad's castle was one thing, a local point of interest, possibly even an obstacle to the true nature of the trip. Mackie and Rue might have thought differently, but once they'd seen the town and some of the local nightlife he knew they'd come around.