... Meanwhile, Mithos was in the kitchen, looking over the materials they were going to use to bake cakes, and the few already in the oven. The oven wasn't huge, so they had to wait for these to finish first.

Sophie was really confusing him on a personal level. He could hear their voices near the front door, but he was staring at the cakes, trying not to focus on it. He felt so awkward, so weird. He had never felt like this before. It was... strange. Even a bit scary. Nobody, not even Martel, had this effect on him.

After he felt like he had a grip on himself, he turned back towards the living room, seeing Cheria in the doorway. He remained silent, even if he had heard his name. He knows Cheria knows about how much he hates humans and that he has massacred millions of them, so maybe she's telling Sophie to steer clear?

... she better not be.