"I know," Mitchell mumbled, trying to throw her a thankful smile. It failed and instead he started playing with his gloves, back hunched over slightly. He knitted the material, tugged at the corners of it. If he weren't a vampire, so many other people would still be alive. He would be dead by now, yes. But life he would have had would have been worth it.
He paused and glanced at her. "No, never saw them," he replied sceptically and his tone clearly said that he was glad he hadn't. "Aww, Maryanne. You know how to make me feel special." His eyes sparkled with mirth. Jesus, was he grateful for a few doses of harmless banter.