Praetor followed Mira and by extension Klaus, as the door open he took up his post just behind Mira, enough to pull her to safety and take the blow but also far back enough to show who was in charge. He remembered doing this long ago when he and Ceaser took Rome, he the faithful guard him the Divine Emperor. He almost smiled at the thought then he sharpened back to reality, standing here before him was a young girl, yet he could she was older than he was. He gave her a welcoming nod, however to her this showed a small scar, one no one else would notice but she would. Just under the chin is a small scar, Roman helmet chinstraps always leave it if they aren't perfectly fitted.

Praetor looked right at this young woman and bowed, common curiosity respecting older vampires and all. "Miss Mira, perhaps we should invite the young women in. Milady, she is older than I or Klaus thus I think she perhaps here for another reason other than to accuse you." He looked at her again, the features on her reminded him of time past the wall, of that terrible day. He had never seen so many Vampire in one place before or since then, he still didn't know his sire it had always been a question of his.