A jump in heart rate and a deep inhale tipped Mithias off that he was unnerving the sheep, well, at least one sheep. Glory greeted him kindly nonetheless, albeit with an increased tempo in her speech. He returned her bow to her and kept a respectable distance as he listened with a polite smile. Hm, perhaps the shades themselves were intimidating. Anyone with telepathic perception might have been able to tell that he was considering switching to a new silver colored, mirrored lenses that looked less dark and evil, but had left them at home in favor of a more bland and traditional (traditional being 1985) style, thinking that would be more expected by the populace... But, unfortunately his mind was an impenetrable void of blackness and no one would be the wiser. 

"That is so kind of you, dear Glory. I do appreciate flowers. They may not be quite food, but their delicious scent reminds me of drinking fresh, cool water from a meadow stream in the heat of the day. I remember such a time, long before in my life. The memory is crystal as I envision being surrounded by greenery in the morning dew. I could drink that scent. I would remember it forever." 

His little speech was already entrancing as she felt herself surprisingly soothed. Just listening to him felt like calming, she had been talking to a childhood friend, innocently interested in their story. That was way too powerful. 

Mithias went on casually. "Don't be concerned. Most of us are a little frazzled today. Just take it slow and enjoy the moment. Ah! Atlas, my friend." His attention thankfully shifted to the other vampire. 

"Hmm, it's hard to believe you never healed yourself of that scar. There was powerful dark magic in use that day. That wound could have killed you." He looked at the book cover. "Oh? And what is this? The stars and the... grave? Where did you find this?"