Klaus nodded in response to Mithias' thanks, though remained quiet. Anyone who knew him would know falling into such silence was unusual, though, again, it wasn't his home nor place and he didn't want to say the wrong things to the wrong person. Luckily, it wasn't too much longer when the front door opened and Mira and her bodyguard entered. His red gaze dropped to where Praetor's hand rested on his hilt, then up to Mira, whom he greeted with a rare and genuine grin. 

Mira stopped and blinked, taking in the guests in her kitchen. "Uh-- Yes, who are you?" she repeated Praetor's question to the stranger, pulling her eyes away from her sire. 

"Talk down to [i]me[/i] for [i]critiquing[/i] your 'book' and then address a guest like that?" Klaus challenged, his smile bitter as he watched Praetor. "Can't say I'm surprised, but perhaps the Romans should've stolen manners from Greeks since you helped yourselves to the rest of the culture." 

If Mira didn't look exhausted before, she certainly appeared to be now. "I've spent my night lecturing children, Klaus, so please don't add yourself to the bloody list," she said, speaking quickly toward the end as three heavy knocks were laid upon the door. She looked too Praetor, and then to Mithias as a signal to deal with him. Then she turned away from the kitchen, stepping to the door. She took a moment to sigh and mentally compose herself. 

Then, she opened the door to greet the stranger with a smile that faltered in light of the strange attire he wore. "Um-- Yes. Hello. Can I help you?"