At the mention of Praetor, Klaus' grin faltered but didn't quite fade. "I doubt the brute has any idea how to handle a charter," he quipped. "Better leave it to Mira--or better yet, me." Though his attention was averted. He briefly heard screams, though he had grown to filter such noise out. But even after two thousand years, the smell of blood still piqued his interest. His gaze flickered to the window momentarily, then back to the younger vampires when his name was spoken--one hopped out the window and left behind was only the mouse-y one with strange eyes speaking to the Elder and the blue eyed woman.

[i]"The way Mira talks, you seemed so scary,"[/i] she commented before filing out to join Otto. He offered an apology in the form of a shrug, but the twinkle in his eyes gave away the lack of sincerity. Honestly, he was just flattered to hear Mira spoke of him at all. 

"Quite a night, eh Frankie?" he commented to the Elder.