With that came a groan as Praetor stumbled down the stairs, he hadn't button the white collared shirt he'd thrown on and his black dress pants were wrinkled to hell as he walked to the counter. "Klaus if I hear one damn word I will hit you." He grumbled retrieving a blood pack, then two more biting in to them and sucking them dry quickly. "Mira go to bed, I'll stay up and keep an eye on the place. He spoke softly as licked up blood that trickled from his lip. His wounds had but hundreds of scars were along his chest. "So miss anything interesting." He asked as he stood up he fixed his hair then buttoned his shirt smiling. "Because I could have sworn my better half just turned up."