Mitchell felt her should probably be more aware of what was going on. He should probably be fucking embarrassed. He almost certainly would be by the time he got his head on straight. But he wasn't the first of his kind to go through this - hell, it wasn't even his first time, and right now he honestly couldn't care less what Spike thought of him. He cared about getting rid of the burning hunger in a way that meant he could bear to face himself the next day. In a way that other people could face him the next day.
He shot Spike a look before reaching for the other vampire's cold arm with his equally cold hand, turning it over to expose the thin skin of his wrist. Mitchell's eyes bled out to an even deeper back and his teeth elongated to sink into the flesh, blood rushing up to meet him.
Immediately something seemed to recede inside Mitchell, a tension rushing from his muscles so he slumped slightly over the offered arm. It wasn't right, but it took the edge off, and it was thick and perhaps a bit cold and... Vampire-y but... Christ, he'd take anything he could get right now.