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While Krieg smiled to Clara and Ashley, the lights overhead transitioned, his smile vaporized as Davis referred to him as 'Mr. Krieg.' He pressed his lips thinly, restraining his desire to wring the man's neck like a towel.
We're out in public, my name is Karl.
He was only half paying attention, a drink somehow appeared in his hand. The momentary distraction allowed him to refocus. "Hello Ashley, pleasure to meet you as well." He held the beverage up to his lips. It smelled minty. Didn't she say that it was? He wasn't entirely certain he had heard her correctly. He did not drink it, not yet. There was the matter of the Invictus Knight and Krieg was feeling particularly sadistic now that he was being given the opportunity.
His eyes fell upon Davis with a predatory intensity, "Perhaps we could have a bit of fun." A large gloved hand gestured to the Knight, "Perhaps we can entertain these fine vixens." His invitation was more so a thinly-veiled command.