Mitchell was still half-asleep as he padded barefoot and shirtless into the kitchen to put the kettle on for an afternoon cuppa. Well, not so much afternoon any more, since time of day was relative for a vampire and an angel.
He could see Samandriel in his peripheral, on the floor, saying nothing, but sometimes the angel would get lost in thought, so he shrugged, idly scratched his fingers through his hair.