Mithias walked out of Markiel's office. Healing humans wasn't his thing, and the scent of blood only stirred his animalistic desire. He quietly closed the door behind him and began to approach the table where Max, Baron, Cassandra, and Coal were sitting. The air between Max and Coal was tense. It seemed that Coal was trying to be civil but found himself quickly misinterpreted. Kenya was there. Azai promptly went off on her own. No sooner had some relaxing chatter begun than Atlas suddenly rushed by, gathering things, putting things away... something about a family emergency and that he had to leave. 

Mithias stood frozen where he had exited out of Markiel's office, his hand barely having left the doorknob behind him as he took in the scene of the main room. He inclined his head quizzically in regard to Atlas, but got no answer. In quiet contemplation, he moved to join the others. Suddenly, he realized he had Jaklo's blood on his hand, and he froze again, mid step, staring at it like a criminal caught in the act. It was beautiful, delicious, enticing, but it was the blood of his innocent ally, a friend. Oh this moment was so horribly awkward. 

Clearly the vampire wanted to taste it, but the denial and embarrassment of his struggle were evident in his expression. Mithias shuddered a breath as privately as possible, then cleared his throat awkwardly, finding some reason to look away from the others. "*cough* Ahem!" Yes..." He pulled back his sleeve and flames burned away the blood from his white skin, removing the source of temptation. "Ahem, I um... I should change. Excuse me." He went to go do just that.