Vlad wanted to repeat that Gellert shouldn't have one working for him, but knew it was useless. He felt this need for the dog, though he didn't quite understand it. "I know," he grumbled. He still thought Gellert could do it. His father impaled a entire Turkish army and he was just a man without any power or magic. "Let's just, go. I'm in a foul mood as it is thanks to the dog. Can I meet you at your place or mine?"