Mithias would have gasped softly is he had the time, but Trixie had his chin and was looking coldly into his eyes nearly instantly. He bowed slightly and kept his hands to himself. "As you wish."

Mithias greeted the lax ex-Roman Kingston with a nod and sat a seat away from him. "Praetor." The icy-eyed Trixie started speaking, making her displeasure with the other guest apparent. Mithias's gaze suddenly switched to where Alister was ranting on the phone. It was clear his conversation was about Maria, the missing Blackmoore. Mithias looked back to Trixie intently and questioningly. He knew Maria's kidnapper was on the line, and he wanted to know as much as possible.