Boy, speaking of cliches.

"Nah," Michael responds, folding his arms over the top of the chair and laying his head down on them. This is obviously some kind of bullshit magic thing. That's fine, he'll deal with it. To a mortal's eyes, he's not really doing anything - he looks way too relaxed for what's going on. On another plane, though, parts of him are detaching from that physical body to mantle aggressively. "You should go."