No dancing? That was interesting considering they were at a dance club but Karl figured they were simply being careful which was fine with him. The thrill of the hunt would make the kill that much more enjoyable. Being a former weidmann himself he had a variety of predatory/hunting jokes running through his mind. Karl took a seat in one of the plush leather chairs across from the girls and smiled pleasantly as they told him what they'd have.<br/><br/>"Yes, that sounds wonderful." Karl said, motioning for Baldur to let the girl know their drink order. "Du werde Leberkleister trinken?" Karl asked impishly and Baldur replied only by giving him the finger as he walked past the trio on his way to get the drinks. "I believe that Baldur will be joining us for at least one drink. He's not quite the social butterfly I am..."<br/><br/>Relaxing back on the large plush chair, Karl had a way of making it look like a throne with attitude alone. It was hard not to feel confident as chasing beautiful girls was significantly less stressful than anything he'd been doing in Pakistan only weeks earlier. "So who should start the small talk?" Karl joked. "Would you like to tell me more about yourselves?"