Mitchell's face split open with a wide-affectionate grin as he looked down at the angel. He was, actually, quite pleased with the growing personality, the glimpses of which he'd seen at the auction house, and he had no reason not to let Samandriel know it.
He lowered his head again, catching Samandriel's mouth in a brief kiss, then shifted his weight to his other hand as he began to explore the boy's body, inviting him to touch in return. "Alright, then," he agreed, amiably enough. "Let's make love."