The whole ordeal had David shaking his head with disappointment. He was skeptical about working with the werewolves due to the air of hostility about them and their superior attitude. Though Beatrix, his female Vampire counterpart, seemed equal in her attitude of superiority. 'This is going to be a disaster' he thought. David was a relatively new Vampire in the grand scheme of things, not even two hundred years, but the century that he had seen was undoubtably the bloodiest of them all and he'd fought in all of its major wars. Those men were twice the soldiers that these other beings were and he would gladly replace them. But the reality was that those men were now long dead or far too old for this fight so he was stuck with a divided team of bloodthirsty supernaturals. 

He would have to help bring this team together if they planned to survive much less succeed in their mission. A drawn out sigh escaped him as Carson concluded the brief and exited the room. 'Sure could use a smoke..' he thought but that could wait. It would be a good start to talk to the other team members and get a feel for them. The wolf girls would likely be less inclined to speak with him so soon after all the tension so he rose from his chair and approached Beatrix. Perhaps the other Vampire would be more willing to chat. 

"David." he introduced himself and extended his hand towards her and locking her icy blue eyes with his own. His handshake would be firm and respectful, giving deference to her age over him but his stare would show no sign of fear or submission.