"Lucky for some." It's said mildly and with fondness. After all, Mitchell could easily have pursued riches and ended up more than comfortable than he was in Bristol. The only thing stopping him was his own sense of penitence.

He takes a look at the house Hasibe is eyeing, noticing the locks and the implication (and it's double meaning.)

"Is that so?" There is a small, sly smile from him. Although in regards to the house, "Do you know if it's just locks protecting it?" He has no idea what sort of supernatural burglar alarms there are; the rest he can take care of easily. He may be over one-hundred-years-old, but that doesn't mean he's not willing to go to lengths to impress a girl. All the better to keep you enamoured, my dear.