Praetor nodded to Mithias. "I will answer some questions, not all. For your safety and mine." He voice seemed to change a little, colder and sharper than before. he flashed a frown at Klaus, he did not like the man or his habits but he was Mira's sire he could tolerate him if it meant he kept this position. "Hedirich before we go would care for a snack or drink? This could take a bit." He spoke sliding his sword back into the scabbard hidden within his long silver coat. He had learned over the years how to go from a playful and friendly person to a tough nonsense general, his long life had softened his heart and helped him to see the world better.