Mithias scanned over the six drones, and his heart sank. For all his intellect, Jack was deficient when it came to social interpretation. He had interpreted Mithias' words as a threat, which was a plausible interpretation, but not what was intended. Hating him, or admiring him, Mithias was going to have to smooth this over. At least, he had brought forth Jack's honesty. Mithias lowered his eyes and bowed slightly. "Forgive me." He lifted a finger to the black cloth that wrapped the lower half of his face and brought it down, looking at Jack. "My mask has made it difficult to convey my meaning. I apologize. I meant no offense. Yet, I am grateful to be worthy of your true feelings on the matter." Mithias had actually meant what he had said, literally. Jack, in the all-likelihood that he would die first, would be mourned and remembered for more than just the products he created. Mithais said no more of it, seeing as it might be interpreted as an insult. "I will come with you, as you wish." Having been around humans for a very long time, Mithais knew how to move, how to speak, in such ways that did not frighten even a small child. Averting his gaze did nothing to slow his reaction time, but it gave humans a sense of ease. His demeanor was one of calm, dismissing the threat as a mere misunderstanding which, surely Jack would withdraw to save face. "We have been in alliance for two decades, Stine. There is no reason to pretend any friendship between us." Mithias tried not to be arrogant as he revealed his knowledge that Jack had been feigning his smiles.