[The slap's clumsy, and barely even connects with Michael's face. Instead, it smacks right across his glasses, flinging them from his face to clatter off to one side. For a moment, the demon blinks in confusion; normally those are more cosmetic than anything, but now his vision's gone a little blurry. Is he farsighted? Can he be farsighted?
No matter. He smiles crookedly.]
Was it? Sounds like you have a little bit of a guilty conscience.
[It would've been easy to just walk away from that. Alex knows Clear isn't here; he should have known better.
(And he should have known better, too, than to hand his greatest weakness over to a demon like that. Michael can't quite recall the conversation, but he remembers...glimpses, a picture of the girl, how Alex had felt. Nothing of what he'd said himself. He must have been biding his time.)
The last conversation he had with Alex is also pretty vague in his mind - it was too suffused with his own worry and protectiveness, things that haven't quite survived down here in Ghost Square. So the eyebrow he arches at Alex's limp hand is genuine.]
What's with your hands? You punch like this.
[The punch he throws at Alex's face is, admittedly, not his best. He's not used to punching up. Still better than No Hands McGee over here, though!]
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No matter. He smiles crookedly.]
Was it? Sounds like you have a little bit of a guilty conscience.
[It would've been easy to just walk away from that. Alex knows Clear isn't here; he should have known better.
(And he should have known better, too, than to hand his greatest weakness over to a demon like that. Michael can't quite recall the conversation, but he remembers...glimpses, a picture of the girl, how Alex had felt. Nothing of what he'd said himself. He must have been biding his time.)
The last conversation he had with Alex is also pretty vague in his mind - it was too suffused with his own worry and protectiveness, things that haven't quite survived down here in Ghost Square. So the eyebrow he arches at Alex's limp hand is genuine.]
What's with your hands? You punch like this.
[The punch he throws at Alex's face is, admittedly, not his best. He's not used to punching up. Still better than No Hands McGee over here, though!]