Mitchell had scampered upstairs, changing out of his wet clothes while Samandriel explored. He was toweling his hair off when he came back down, and went a little wide-eyed at the question.
"What? Of course you can," he replied, forehead wrinkled in confusion. "Didn't you see the clothes? Did you not see anything you liked?" The vampire didn't pout, but he was a little disappointed that he hadn't picked out something the boy liked.