Well, it's not like Mitchell is looking for Deacon's approval. In fact, the smell of blood, the distant sounds of the few heartbeats in the bar pumping and fading, are getting to the point where everything is coming secondary.

"I have to say, I'd be lying if I didn't say I was considering a change in lifestyle."

He smiles a little absently to himself. It's not a nice smile. It does, however, brighten a little into something more genuine when Hasibe rejoins the table. For the most part, he's been unable to see her out the corner of his vision, but now and then he listens out for trouble. So far, no news seems to have been good news.

"Enjoying yourself?"