Hasibe briefly considers saying that Mitchell's niceness is largely a huge front, as she suspects this is mostly the case, but--that may make him also seem worse than he is, and she doesn't want to sink anyone's fondness for him, since she certainly likes him, too. Not quite finished with her own champagne, Hasi gestures, lightly, with the glass.

"My type of witch has poisonous blood. No idea why. Things like vampires, physical predators at home, they don't...well, historically, they didn't faze us. The so-called queens of the supernatural. Matriarchal, to boot." She rolls her eyes. "I don't pay it a lot of attention, frankly."

That last remark, however, gets her to crack a more genuine smile.

"That's what I thought! I understand he loved her, I respect that, but if the relationship was so much 'purer' without sex...I don't know what the fuck he thinks of me, because we're so physical. It makes me apprehensive, and men never make me apprehensive."

This is partially cockiness and partly reality; she's just sort of been so promiscuous for so many years that she's difficult to rattle. Mitchell, though, knocks her off-guard, with his volatile nature. He's so many things she likes at once, including the monster she craves.

"So that's why I need to go to Gutters and do something, or someone, I shouldn't." And she raises her glass in a tiny salute.