Karl Friedrich suddenly realized exactly what Baldur had done for him. The girls were suddenly stuck and needed help, help that Karl could easily offer them, though his car was really only meant for a driver and a single passenger. That was clearly something that Baldur had not thought of a solution for. The Maybach Exelero that he owned was good for driving ridiculously fast, looking cool, and spending a fortune on upkeep, but it was not a passenger vehicle. Still, it was worth a shot.<br/><br/>"Well...I'm not good at fixing cars but I'd be happy to give you a lift home." he said as he looked at the car as though he were shocked it didn't start. "There's just one thing...if you ride with me, one of you would have to sit in the others lap." The vampire gave the girls a sideways glance to see if they thought that was an okay idea or not. "The upside is that I'm one of only three people in the world to own one. The tire company that commissioned it, some millionaire who hasn't actually paid for or received his, and then there's me."<br/><br/>Was he bragging? Sure. Ironically Karl Friedrich had purchased the car because it had been offered to him. His last name still meant something to some Germans and he had a lot of money he wasn't spending on much of anything. For the first hundred years of his life with Constantine they had buried themselves in the ground during the day when there weren't better options. Even when he was still lesser nobility he'd never had the kind of money he had now.<br/><br/>"I know it's not the most comfortable offer, but a cab is going to cost you a minimum of thirty dollars depending on how far away you live. It's been a terrible evening, humor me and accept the ride."