Mitchell had gone to the kitchen and put the kettle on to boil, searched for the teabags that he'd purchased that day, as Samandriel went through the bags and dressed. He was slightly amused that the boy didn't seem to want to wear trousers over his pants, but it was his home, too, so, he didn't want to be judgmental.
At the question, the vampire's eyebrows raised comically, and his mouth opened and closed without sound coming out, brow furrowing. "...can you...d'you want to?" he blurted, curious.