It took the vampire a moment to parse that out. "So, you're here...to comfort me?" he asked. It seemed...well, not suspicious, but perhaps slightly too good to be true. Mitchell wasn't accustomed to being paranoid, but he was afraid for Samandriel.
Mitchell rubbed his hand over his face and turned off the kettle when it began to whistle. He mused over the Fae's words again, and a soft smile appeared at the thought of Samandriel being 'completely devoted to and in love with' him, though he was curious as to how Hermes knew that.