Lucian managed to catch Klaus' gaze and the ancient offered a "no" with a slightest shake of his head. He also proved lucky when he wasn't pounced at by the Blackmoores, though a little ruffled when one threatened him and Mira. The corner of Klaus' lip twitched as he bit back a snarl and his brown eyes flickered a deep red for just a moment. This predicament was larger than him, however, as were the Blackmoores' numbers, so he couldn't afford to be antagonistic. Fortunately for himself, Alistair spoke. 

"Very well. Good luck to you all," he spoke curtly as the tensity in the atmosphere grew. His gaze fell on Lucian, prompting the Kingston to follow if he chose before turning to leave. 

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He was quick to return to the manor and even quicker to find the Kingston head. She must have been playing the instrument, because when he found her in the den, Mirabelle was setting aside the cello to greet him. "I suppose you're back because you're too cheap to pay for a hotel room for the day," she teased, standing up. 

Klaus typically paid for what he needed with the money taken from his mortal victims among other things, but he let her comment go to instead warn her of the night that had transpired. Sure enough, her smile quickly faded and the stress returned to crease her forehead. "Fortunately, Praetor's...apprentice was with them, so he can offer them further doubt about your involvement. But I recommend being either with Praetor or myself at all times until they sort this out." 

"Involvement? I've nothing to do with this--we have nothing to with this!" Mirabelle retorted sharply. Her family knew to stay out of trouble, especially when it came to the Blackmoores. Right?

Her sire rolled his eyes. "Yes, well, but they already doubt that. They're angry, love. You need to be careful regardless. This family business of yours was a...an interesting idea to begin with, but the issues you've spawned with the Blackmoores..." He allowed his voice to trail off, seeing her anger and frustration fall beneath the surface, her expression passive. 

"Thank you," she said finally. "I know you rather not be involved. I'll see what I can do."