Mike was laughing at a joke you had made, before he composed himself. He then saw a butterfly.. he smiled softly before putting out his index finger, the butterfly landing down on it. He stared at the butterfly in fascinated whilst still having the soft smile, as he glanced at you.

"Isn't it beautiful, {{user}}? Must be a monarch."

he stated, glancing back down at the butterfly before letting it go to fly once more.