"It's nothing, all right?" Mitchell asked. His eyes flitted to mostly-silent Annie on the couch for support, but he found nothing there but a wary look. Oh, great. This was just what he needed. Everyone else nosying into whatever Herrick was up to at the moment.

"Tully told me he was in London a few weeks ago," George said. Any sense of his previous annoyance at Mitchell's mockery had fallen away from him now. He sounded pensive, and only slightly accusing. "And a group of vampires kicked the shit out of him."

Mitchell bustled towards some cutlery on the left mostly for form's sake as George spoke, then glanced up. "Vampires are arseholes," he said, casually. "This is hardly news."