"That could be a problem." Vlad leaned forward, ignoring the sharp stab of pain that traveled down the length of his arm. "If Brian turns into Jekyll, then he will remember it come sunrise. Still, that might not mean that he would automatically figure things out... he could think that it's a pre-Hyde Jekyll or something like that." The bottom line was that Brian would know who his tale was once he transformed, and there was nothing either of them could to do stop it. Not even he had the power to halt the change, and there probably wasn't much Dracula could do either.
Most people would have reacted with horror and outrage to Max's story, but not him. He listened calmly, barely blinking as he described how he beat the broken little blonde girl who was probably just as innocent and unsuspecting as his victims had been. It was never a matter of them deserving it or not; he wasn't deluded enough to think that the women he killed deserved to die. He wasn't some vigilante with skewed morals, instead he was a predator - killing without discrimination, acting on instinct and impulse to satisfy a different sort of hunger.
He would never have laughed, even if the thought of a girl beating his friend up might have been amusing under different circumstances. Instead he just shook his head, not in scorn but almost weary resignation that people could be so trite. "Foolish girl. She probably thinks she was 'empowering' herself or something like that. Have you seen or heard from her since?" If she met Brian, then things could get complicated very quickly. "Hopefully she will never meet Brian, but if she does... well, do you really think she would figure it out? She would probably think it was you pretending not to know her or something like that." The building was strange, yes, but people weren't that smart here. It took them longer than it should to realize some things.