Jackson shook his head whenever he returned back to her. "The bouncers usually finish up and the bartenders clean up, we're free to go." He said and led her out of the club and to his own vehicle- a sleek black Corvette. He opened the door to her side and climbed into the drivers side, starting up the car. "I drive fast.. hope you don't mind." He stated. "Where do you live at, beautiful?" He asked, stealing a warm glance in her direction. She still seemed confused, but that was good. She didn't recall him biting into her flesh and then compelling her to forget. He felt bad about it, which was odd. He never felt bad about those sort of things, but he did.