[Bullshit wouldn't be surprising in this circumstance. Vampires do love to lie, to themselves and to everyone around them. The fact that Ivan acknowledges just how believable his claim sounds makes Mitchell return that smile, quietly.]

It'll get worse. [More statement than warning. Mitchell sticks two cigarettes in his mouth and lights them both at last. The embered ends flare as he sucks in the smoke, and then lets it out in an even stream, as he takes one and offers it to Ivan.] If that's what it is, part of the withdrawal. It'll get worse, even if you don't remember them exactly, you'll just have-- feelings. And it doesn't get better. But you can manage it.

[If that's what it is. Fairly, Mitchell considers the option of the ship, instead of the withdrawal. It's happened before, but in this case-- it's got to be the latter, right? It only makes sense. Still--]

The ship's been known to send its own, too.