Mitchell smiled against Samandriel's mouth, dropping soft, gentle kisses on his lips. He really was too sweet, and not for the first time the Irishman was grateful he'd been led here, by whatever force had led him here.
When the boy made a soft whimper, the vampire couldn't help but laugh, and pull back with a smile to kiss his forehead, his temple. "You're quite adorable, aren't you?" he commented, ruffled the boy's hair fondly.