Well, Mithos looks like he is fourteen. He's much, much older though.
And right now, he's liking this silence. Finally it comes as he continues to drink the rest of his tea. He didn't particularly care that people were thinking about him. . .
. . .
Okay. He does. But he's learned...
Okay. He does. Luckily, he can't read minds, so he can't know what Jacque is saying, or that he really is thinking something about Mithos.