There's a very normal seeming smile from Mitchell, while part of him calculates that backstage usually means exits are close by, that a place like this means that feeding in public is not unheard of, that if anything did go wrong--

Another part of him maintains that this if for sex, over and over, nothing more nothing less, this is a club for it for god's sake, it's not like he and Hasi agreed on any definitions or boundaries yet (like that makes any of this okay).

"Sounds good to me." The bartender brings their drinks over and he takes a good, long sip, trying to muster a placebo affect. At least for now, anyway.