Hannibal nodded, setting aside the other names for another night. He wondered if Eric would take part in this, or if he would only be a bystander. It was hard to imagine the Viking vampire sitting aside and letting these sorts of things happen without physical input, but he had no idea if there were any kind of protocol for these things that was in place. For all Hannibal knew, it might be seen as rude to do anything but watch, even if formally invited to join.
Or perhaps Eric was more on the spectator's edge when it came to such matters. Perhaps this would be more like a visit to the theater for him.
He led the pair to the address that was etched into his memory. It, thankfully, was a house and not an apartment or any other sort of joined dwelling.
Brazenly, he merely walked up to the door and knocked. Not giving out any sort of pretense for being there. His hand dipped into his pocket for the syringe he carried, filled with a mild sedative that would give them time to tie her down, but not dull her senses once she woke. He and Baba had discovered that they had much more fun when the victim was fully aware of what was happening.