Mitchell glanced up at the approaching fledglings, one, two, three of them in total. One seemed meek, but curious, another conflicted, and the third, simply thirsty. Standing straight, Mitch cleared his throat once more, grinning at Evelyn's quiet reactions. 
"So we do..." he remarked, removing his hat and bowing to the ladies with a charming smile, "The things I miss when I venture..." 
He interrupted his musings to entirely ignore Evelyn's advice and tap the sleeping newborn on the back of the head. 
"Come on, up and at 'em." He then crossed the room to the two new women, taking one of their hands each and kissing them with that charming grin.
"Welcome to the family." He said with barely concealed excitement, the (much) taller vampire circling the dining table and returning with a glass for each girl, deciding that the boy was fine on his own. 
"I guess this means I'm not the youngest anymore," he joked, then, realizing he was being rude, he introduced himself.
"My name is Mitchell, call me Mitch."