Feeling the burn of holiness inside his chest, Mithias knew he should be dead, but consciousness wasn't leaving him. In fact, despite the stake, he began to heal, slowly at fist, but with the blessed weapon removed, all the faster. Kami must have missed... no, he would not have missed. Mithias' suspicions were confirmed as he looked to find a white-haired vampire assisting him. The elder fiend spoke like highly civilized Englishman. Clearly he was not involved with SOLDIER, revealing his stance on the organization, but it didn't matter. Mithias placed a hand over his chest where the wrathful burning was subsiding. Rising to a knee, he looked toward the raven. "Lord vampire..." A general but polite title. "I would know the name of the one who saved my life." Unnatural darkness still reigned, making the black raven difficult to see even for a vampire.