To Mitch's credit, he only blinked when the word succubus came out of her mouth. That evoked all sorts of imagery and thoughts that he didn't dare ask, because hadn't he just said no judgement? It'd be pretty judgmental of him to immediately warn her that having sex with all the men (and women? oh, shit, no, don't go there) in the office was frowned upon. Thankfully she kept talking, giving him time to recover and continue.
"I haven't regret it," Mitch said, going immediately to his trump card when it came to uncomfortable situations: his kids. He grabbed a picture frame and turned it around for Mneme to see, "The kids are pretty okay with it, too. My son might end up running wild a few years," Mitch didn't look too thrilled with that, but Mitch's son looked like a trimmer clone of his father, while his daughter looked (presumably) like her father, "But my daughter was born under the Haze. It's really something, to be able to give your kids the opportunities you'd never be able to have."
He really, really loved his kids, that much was clear. It helped center him.
"Anyway," he laughed, "I promise I don't talk about my kids all the time. I guess if you wanted to get a good idea of what goes on around here, working for the Sheriff's department will definitely give you an unbiased look."