Mitch smiled, a small, genuine thing. His face lifted with Karaiyah's hand, listening to her story. Short, not exactly sweet, but to the point, he nodded and took her wrist in his hand, gently placing her arm back onto her lap. 

He pointed to the slashing scar over his left eye. "A 'date' gone wrong." He made air quotes around the word. "I'd dealt with the guy before, he was a wealthy guy who decided it was time to try something new, and I didn't like it." A ghost of a smirk crossed his lips; he remembered how surprised the guy had been when Mitch had brandished that broken bottle. "But I wasn't trying to kill anybody."