Klaus eyed Theodora as she spoke for Mira. He was quiet as she talked, the book still open in front of him even though he wasn't reading. When she offered the whiskey again, he shook his head. "No," he repeated though at least gave explanation this time around. "The taste isn't appealing and I can only get the buzz through blood. Though if you're offering your own..." He let the words trail off and he winked at her, leaving it up in the air whether or not he really would feed off another vampire. Then, abruptly, he sat up and took his feet off the table to set the book aside, his perpetual smirk fading as he looked to her. "Let me assure you of something, love: Mira isn't embarrassed of you. She understands you're still learning. She wasn't much different under my watch than you are under hers, quite frankly." 

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Why did no one bloody listen to her? 

"Adelisa, they can handle their own problems and Praetor can handle Lucian. We're leaving--now," she hissed angrily, pulling the other's arm via telekinesis and pulling her back, making a point to step forward and put herself between Adelisa and the Blackmoores.