Mira lead Mithias away from the other two, blue eyes politely wandering about and occasionally flickering to him as they walked. As he revealed his identity to her, she maintained a cool enough demeanor though her expressive eyes gave away her surprise and interest. The man before was a myth among even vampires, and yet there he stood: dark with golden eyes. Well, that's assuming he lived up to the stories, at least. "Family," Mira repeated, her gaze dropping for a moment before raising to meet his again. She noted his already irritated demeanor and said, "First, I'd like to thank you for coming. I know you didn't have to, so I appreciate your time.

"Second, if you don't mind me asking, I'd like to know what you mean by family." She was wary; if he meant the Blackmoores, she didn't want what this man had to offer. Hell, if he met another vampire family in general, she'd be cautious,  but perhaps--like Mira--he also had humans to look out for. 

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Klaus was quickly off the property; he made a point a long time ago to stay out of Kingston business and intended to continue doing so. Besides, he didn't like their rules, which of course made him a target to Praetor, but the brute wouldn't disobey Mira. He grinned a bit at the thought and continued his stroll. He wasn't on the hunt despite his statement as he had fed before arriving. He almost regretted not waiting, as the night was suddenly dull. 

His walk took him further into the city as he searched for some fun--perhaps a human to share the night with--when the scent of blood found him on the wind. Vampire blood. Klaus slowed to a stop, his eyes turning toward the docks as he contemplated his next move. He could ignore it and continue with his night, which was probably the safest option. On the other hand, he could confront the scene. And he was more than tempted to do so; Klaus was a lot of things, but apathetic to the suffering of other vampires was not one of them. Sure, he didn't like them, but unlike Praetor, he acknowledged what they shared in common. 

"Pardon me, lovlies," he muttered, brushing past a mortal couple as he crossed the street to approach the docks. He made a point to move quickly, but as quietly as he could at his age.