Great. Mithias managed to survive everything he had gone through, only to be killed by Bob's daughter. He sighed long as he looked at her beautiful white fur. The continual threat of death, he was finding, was at least a good distraction from his sorrows. 

"I'm sorry for trespassing, Miss." He said. "I didn't intend to come here. My name is Mithias, and my 'death' is hardly relevant. Let us cut to the chase. I need to know, can you open inter-dimensional portals, or not?" The vampire was very matter-of-fact as he straightened himself as best he could and patiently waited her response. He was more vulnerable than ever, and should have cowered in fear of death, but ironically, Mithias just didn't give a fuck. If he was going to have to fight, he'd fight, but if he was going to die, he'd die. No reason to be afraid of it. He blinked his hungry, golden eyes expectantly.