Mitchell had been a vampire and around slaves for too long to have a sense of modesty, really, so he saw Samandriel's decision to strip down to be the more practical choice.
"Yeah, that's all for you," he encouraged, waving a hand towards the packages. "We can return whatever you don't like. My feelings won't be hurt. Promise." He flashed the human a brief grin and shrugged, disarmingly. "Are you thirsty? Hungry? Can I make you some tea? Or coffee?" He wasn't particularly talented at cooking, but he could manage a cuppa. Even as a vampire, he enjoyed indulging in the warmth.