"Astute." Mithias replied and offered his hand again, this time empty, to help Drake up. With his enhanced senses and sight for prey, the vampire knew exactly how tired and dehydrated the 18 year old was. He could feel the pulse of every beat of his heart, taste the ashes in the air around him, and catch every blink of the boy's eyes as he tried to peer out of his mental fog as he came up to stand.

And yet it was pleasant that the child did not fear him. To Mithias, Drake was only that, a child. As such, he was an improper choice for feeding and would remain shielded by innocence. 

Well dressed in modern garb, with his thick black hair tied back and shades over his wild eyes, Mithias smiled and continued to act like a mere mortal, moving more slowly than he otherwise would have, casually, so as not to incite alarm. He continued politely. "You were out for the entirety of five minutes, and yes, there is a meeting today." Inwardly, Mithias smirked. Only a youngling would completely forget what day it was and what this meeting was about. It had been on the schedule... Nonetheless, he skipped chiding Drake. "Everyone else is upstairs in Seph's office. I... see you've been practicing fire magic. Perhaps you would be so kind as to share some of your insight on that subject afterward?" Mithias folded his hands behind him and walked with Drake to where they both should already have been.