He smiles in a way that's somewhere between cat-like and serpentine, immensely pleased that he managed to ruffle her feathers, although he bites at one thumb to stop it from showing. Hasibe is beautiful; Mitchell has seen plenty of pretty women over the years but she's one of those rare beauties that could launch a thousand ships and burn topless towers. And she's so poised, in a way that irritates him slightly.

In a way that makes him want to tear away at those smooth edges, leaving both of them raw and reeling on the--

Later. In the meantime, he laughs at her specifications for prime real estate. "I should have known." He, for one, is glad the place feels empty. Anything else would remind him of home when he'd rather focus on now.

He follows after her a little lazily, still enjoying himself too much.