Karl Freidrich chuckled at Bridget's comment, "Yes, drunk, had to be."<br/><br/>The sheep clearly had no idea what the wolf was capable and Karl wasn't sure whether to be amused or worried about the poor girls. It served as a reminder that while these girls seemed interesting and different from the usual club kids, they were just as vulnerable as the rest of the humans there. It would have been easy to roll both of the girls, take them home and use them as he saw fit. With just a casual look into their eyes he could have made them eat from his hands and lick his boots. However, the thing that made Karl Friedrich feel superior to so many other vampires who would have taken such a route was that he didn't have to. Here he was, a vampire of the Dragon's line, not even Belle Mort, and he was better at seduction then half of them.<br/><br/>"Well if you ladies are leaving then please let me walk you to your car. I'll try to keep you safe from drink wielding maniacs." he said with a charming smile and the usual hint of a German accent.<br/><br/>As he started to lead the ladies out of the club, Karl noticed Baldur just coming back into the club. His long time friend and human servant gave him a nod as if something had been completed and Karl wondered what it was that Baldur had been up to. The music continued to thump behind them as they made their way out of the club. "So ladies...Bridget, Rachel...perhaps we could try this again another time? Some place a little safer, where it doesn't rain mojitos."