"It's a mindfuck, I'll say that much." Some of the jaggedness leaves his tone because Baedal, at least, is a neutral subject. For now, Mitchell takes his seat, not completely relaxed but fine so long as everyone plays nice.

Despite himself, he does actually look a little, dare we say it, impressed that this is Deacon's place. The industrial look isn't really so much his style, but then he'd always had a fancy to run a pub of his own some day. Not that he really could (or would) have been able to cater to vampire customers. "Really? How long do you have to be here to get a place like this up and running?"

(It should also bear note that he also doesn't have any idea what The Vault is, but in the relatively short time he's gotten to know Hasi, he's going to make a (correct) guess that it's not your usual kind of club.)