Dressed, Klaus bounded back down the stairs as he fixed the collar of his shirt. "G'morning, love," he greeted Praetor again, stopping by a large mirror to make sure his hair was in place. Then his dark eyes flickered to the other vampire, who he looked up and down. Gods, he was a mess. "I'm heading for a bite. I assume you can hold down the fort while Mira rests," he said, glancing at the mirror again before stepping toward the door as he waited on a response.