"I've...been having some issues with self-control lately," is what Mitchell settles on between starting to talk and a very noticeable pause where his attention is drawn away again. "I've always been a messy eater," he muses, which is very, very true.

He turns his attention back to Deacon rather firmly. "Despite appearances, I'm finding this entire...thing, place, whatever, weird as fuck. I mean, vampires as everyday citizens. What is that even?" With Hasibe and any male posturing moved out of the way, it seems as though someone feels a bit more free to talk vampire-to-vampire. "Don't get me wrong, I've always wondered what it would be like. But...what? We get jobs, we live as ordinary citizens, we take care of feeding through legal means? In one city, for however long we live. That's it?"

There's an odd dissatsifaction to his words, wrapped within circles of self-righteousness, narcissism and a deep, usually hidden desire to rage against everything in his way. The vampire world and the human world are mixed and there's no clear way to reject one or the other.

(It doesn't seem like such a special way to torture himself now everyone is doing it.)