Karl let his eyes linger on Bridget's, and loved the sort of taboo she had no idea she was indulging him in. There was something delightful about knowing how he could manipulate her, take her will from her, but choosing not to. It was a temptation that no child of Belle Mort could or would resist. Suddenly Karl found himself feeling rather superior to Olivia, which only made him like these girls that much more.<br/><br/>"Rachel, Bridget." he said each of their names, giving them both a little nod.<br/><br/>Turning his attention to Bridget's question he chuckled, "No this is actually our first time coming here. The club I usually like to go to is a bit less....welcoming these days. It was owned by a friend and we had a falling out." he said, being mostly honest. "My friend here, Baldur, simply wanted me to get out and have some fun and suggested we come here."<br/><br/>"The two of you looked like you were having fun and I hope you'll pardon me if I sound a bit judgmental but you also looked classier than the usual club trash." He smiled warmly at both of them but kept his fangs hidden, a talent most vampires his age had. "I was hoping you'd do me the honor of including me in your fun tonight. I fear that my friends are a bit stuffy...I mean look at Baldur...does he look like the kind of guy anyone is going to have fun with?" Karl asked, grinned back at Baldur who had his usual stoicism in full effect.<br/><br/>"Guten abend." Baldur said in his gravely voice.