Mitch had to laugh at Karaiyah. "Haha, don't be so tough on yourself, gorgeous. I've never heard of an Encantado scared away by a little music."
Winking, he added, "We're known for our musical affinities, in fact. That and being bed-hopping party animals." He shrugged. "Hey, it's true."

Glancing around, a smirk found its way to his face. This girl was a flirt, no way around it. He could more than handle flirts. Hell, he used to be paid to be one. But was it her nature speaking, like his so often did, or was it just a personality quirk? Either way, he found it pretty endearing. He wasn't blind to her blushing, though; that wasn't something he was used to. The people he was used to flirting with --men and women alike-- weren't exactly the 'blushing' type. Their flirting was all in good fun, right? 

At a sudden loss for things to say, he cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair. "So, uh, what are the rules around here? Is everyone an ex-con, or are some people here for other reasons?" He thought for a moment and added with a laugh, "Can I drink?"