There was something comforting about Zelda's home; beyond the homey feel, how normal it could feel given everything else, even feeling the underlying magic, it helped settle a paranoia that niggled at the back of Miklós' mind. Settling on the couch, with Zee already telling him he was staying, and Miklós not really having the strength to argue with what he'd originally hoped for anyway, he just nods slightly.
"I..." There wasn't any point in saying he didn't want to impose, he did want to, and it would likely be a pointless discussion anyway, "Thank you."
Leaning back, head resting along the back of the couch, staring at the ceiling, Miklós huffed out a long sigh, "Tivadar can't. There's no way for him to get the upperhand over the vampires, can't go through with the... the bloodletting." They tended to shy away from the whole m word, László consistently reminding them that rituals were by their term not the same as mindless killing. "Zoltán..." Mik just shrugged, aware that it burned somewhere in his elder brother that he couldn't follow it through, for whatever reason.
"I don't think he can handle it, and I think that annoys him more."