Mithias nodded and Alister was the first to leave. The long, lingering look to Beatrix was a giveaway. Mithias made mental note of the emotional connections. Perhaps he'd have some of his own one day. Beatrix finally focused back on him, informing him where she would be headed. The two were going in different directions, which was completely what he had advised against. 

Mithias nodded again and left through the front door. Lingering a moment outside, his senses informed him that Trixie had gone upstairs... water was running. She'd be delayed, but no matter. Since, his motorcycle was too public to use for tonight's purpose, he would go out on foot. As he disappeared into the darkness, a sidelong glance toward Alister's destination gave him pause. He should stalk one of these two, just in case they got themselves in trouble alone. 

Initially, his instinct was to shadow the female, but there was no logic in it. She was probably more capable of defending herself than Alister. She was also going to be delayed making preparations, and not only that, she was planning on patrolling a populated area. Mithias sighed. He hated "blending in" with humans. ...all that damn rave music. 

So, Alister it was. Rather than heading to the docks, Mithias moved quickly in the Blackmoore patriarch's direction and kept an eye on him.