Mithias scanned the faces of the vampire lords in Adam's memory. He had been to only one council meeting himself, but not as a lord. Some of the faces were familiar, but most were not. Mithias was shocked by the images that followed. As he watched, suddenly, he could have sworn he heard the young man's voice, and it startled him, causing him to retract his bite. Mithias was courteous about not spilling, but he was clearly shaken to some degree. "He's real..." He said as he backed away, staring at Adam. 

Fortunately, Adam had not attacked him, but somehow Mithias knew he wouldn't. He took a few deep breaths, his fiery eyes alight with red as they shifted with his thoughts. He knew things now about the other vampire, and he knew, that he was quite old and strong. Mithias pulled himself back together quickly, but this time, as he looked at Adam, he had an almost overwhelming attraction. Blushing, he turned away. Drinking from another vampire had its consequences. 

During the bloodshare, Adam would have become aware of a very small silver cross under Mithias' shirt. It was making a constant burn against Mithias' chest, yet he wore it obliviously. 

"Now I understand." He said. "I do not know yet what to make of this, but ... you may contact me. He pulled out his phone and a card, passing the card to Adam, which had only a number. Noting his message light blinking, Mithias knew Hank needed him. "Please excuse me, Adam." He bowed and began walking back to the hangar, still affected by Adam's blood. Good thing he still had those shades.