"I wouldn't know what I can get by on otherwise. I haven't really tried."

When Hasibe moves away, god bless her and her assets, Deacon's attention does not drag along with her. However, he does flick a glance her way to indicate her to Mitchell, tapping ash off the end of cigarette. "I'd make the 'whore in a church' analogy, but with respect to your lady friend and considering the circumstances, I'll refrain. But you don't seem so..."

He tracks his attention towards the feeding, where the human's head is flopping like dead weight on delicate neck, passed out or worse from sheer amount taken. "Comfortable," Deacon finishes. "Want me to buy you a round?"