That does provoke a laugh. "What sort of dates are you used to, darling?" Fact of the matter was, if somebody needed to be buried, he'd toss them in the ocean, and not the ground. A bit of a macabre thought, though. He may be undead, but he generally did try to avoid burials during his nights out. Most people did.

"Perhaps we'll just compromise and try again if I muck this one up horribly." She was right, there was little chance he'd disappear. He needed this connection just as he needed to stay on good terms with her father. It was not the most happy of thoughts to try and consider who his loyalty would fall to, so he'd rather not think on it at all.

They were close enough to see a short line lingering outside of a darkened, rather ominous looking set of doors. "Just there," he pointed out, wondering how she'd take the club from the outside. It did look like a depressing, dreary place from the street. Inside it was far more lively.