At the top of the tower, she sidles over toward one of the large windows, leaning against the wall near it. The light filters through onto her face, but she's more focused on watching Mitchell's expression than the view.

"He's affiliated with the Candlelighters. They're the people who poisoned the blood supply." She hesitates. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner...I would have, but--it was important to be circumspect. Deacon knows, although I don't know if he knows about Sandor specifically."

Hasibe isn't sure how he'll take this next bit; he's responded to her intimations of history with sex work okay, but she's sleeping with someone who tried to help kill his kind in Baedal. Not out of desire, but she can understand how that might be viewed as something really unsettling.

And she doesn't want Mitchell to be upset with her.

"This is obviously not something we want spread around, but I trust you to be discreet with the information." Because it pertains to vampires like him, after all, and the slow, dismantling, thorough kind of revenge she prefers to take. "The group of people who've been investigating the Candlelighters were doing okay, but they needed someone on the inside...someone who could pass for human. And Sandor has very particular tastes when it comes to women, which I meet, so I've started seeing him--I seduced him, I suppose, although I let him think the opposite. So I want you to know that if you see things or hear things about me being with him, I'm only doing this to take him and his people down. Not because I'm overlooking anything they've done--just the opposite."

So...that's a lot of information. And now she has to hold her breath and wait to see how he responds.