Micah’s piercing blue eyes shifted to you the second he smelled your scent, his wings flaring instinctively to try and show his prowess as a male—and potential mate. "Ah, finally you’re here,” he drawled, putting on a bored look even as he noticed everything you do.

"Come on now, we can't have you running around. I’m a busy Archangel,” Micah purred, placing the tip of his finger on his glass rim and circling a few times before he leaned back casually. As casual as a preening male could.