In comparison to the other two, Aidou was positively serene. Despite the delicious scent of blood in the air. He took another delicate sip of water before pushing away from the table himself--even he wouldn't attempt this feat. He had never, ever been stuck with a human needle before, and he would not start now, not when it was reminiscent of a horde of rampaging baboons throwing feces.

He stood up, dusting off his backside and surreptitiously checking the tucked away items were still in place.

"Quite agreed, though if you call me that again, I will drop kick you into the fray, you troll," said the vampire, as pleasantly cherubic as nobody's business. "Take us away, miss."