Mithias cast the magazine back onto the pile and stood quietly aside the other agents while Bill spoke. Writing a report was nothing more than a simple, routine task. It was no more a bother to Mithias as it was to stay up half the night to do it. He'd be using his own office down the hall from here for those next few hours. If anyone wanted to speak with him, they would find him there.

Life as a Syndicate agent was relatively easy for the vampire, and occasionally interesting. Mithias found the various personalities and family-like interactions strangely comforting, secretly indulging in the meaning it seemed to provide in his own life. Bill did not cause him fear, losing his job didn't cause him fear. Nothing caused Mithias fear. 

The vampire lingered for a moment as the others began to leave for the night. Silent, he watched Aradia from behind, nearly being forgotten while the other two spoke. Aradia was obviously quite unsettled as she defended herself with childlike reasoning. Mithias decided to intervene and to break the tension. He stepped up before Bill could reply. "Director."

Hadley's heat would momentarily be deterred off the trembling doe. "Come with us to Madame Red's. You want answers, and your presence would add far more weight to the importance of the party. Surely you have some 'nice' ties in your collection?" Mithias raised an eyebrow mockingly. Yeah, I just slammed you.