Karl had to keep his smile under control for fear he'd show off his fangs. An English literature major was just perfect. He'd read most of the classics either when they were brand new stories or some time after. Flying and sailing from one place to another over the years had left him with plenty of time to read. "I have to say I am impressed, literature is something lost on the youth of America these days. I have a few antique editions of some of Robert Browning's works. I also think I have a first or second printing of Tess of the d'Urbervilles some where. "<br/><br/>The truth of the matter was that they were fairly worn copies as they had been travel entertainment. He had picked up Tess after hearing that it was positively the most depressing book every. When Karl had read the book he personally hadn't been able to stop laughing. Humans fretted over the silliest things and that book was the epitome of all that was human drama. Browning's works though had captured Karl Friedrich's interest for a while and he was specifically a huge fan of Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came.<br/><br/>"I've always been more of a fan of the Sturm und Drang period of German Literature. It makes me feel young." he said with a laugh. That had been the period of literature popular when he was still human. Karl had read everything Goethe had writen.<br/><br/>He glanced at Bridget, wondering if she would speak up about her major. It was refreshing to know that powerful, well used brains were lurking behind their pretty eyes. Karl had never been able to fully enjoy a woman who was intellectually inferior.  But with intellect came a variety of other things and he was starting to wonder if it wasn't in his best interests to reveal what he was before things went much further. Karl started to speak up but was interupted when their waitress showed up with drinks for Rachel, Bridget, and Baldur. Not being too shy, Baldur took his drink without hesitation.