"Yeah, goodnight," Mitchell said and then turned to Maryanne with a soft chuckle. Then he nodded slowly. It was weird and he still did not want to share Maryanne with himself. But they were right, he was different. A bit, at least. "So, how am I in bed?" He crossed his arms in front of his chest. It was the weirdest conversation to have with someone you've never slept with.