"Like the lady says." He smiles fondly at Hasi, a quick switch between that detachment to create an air of intimacy between the two, followed by, "Although I think we might have to go elsewhere later on to get a decent whiskey."

'Later' is quite purposeful. Mitchell is suddenly feeling very cosy and inclined to stand his ground. He turns to Deacon with a jagged sense of chuminess (well practiced from several decades spent with Herrick):

"I've been getting the grand welcome. A friendly face to let me out, a recommendation for a decent drink. Caught up with an old friend. Almost starting to feel at home. Although," and he nods at Deacon's hand near Hasi's shoulder, "you're sort of blocking my seat."

So nice.