"It was direct," he said, with a dismissive wave of his hand. Each and every one of Michael's harsh expressions was a judgement rendered, but not every judgement was a reproach. He preferred that Jack be honest rather than be forced to deal with him talking around what he really meant to say. "Ask whatever you like. If I don't care to talk about it, I won't answer. Deal?"

Michael leaned back in his chair. His face had picked up a hint of amusement, now. Desperately wanting to be helpful was an all too familiar attitude from a young angel. Maybe humans were the same, though Michael had never spent time around any as young as Jack.

"Are you inviting me on a hunt? You do realize crossing borders is both difficult and generally frowned upon by all factions? Though if you meant the hunting grounds in Nocwich, I suppose I could make the time. Here, however, would be safer." Michael gestured to the diner around them, meaning his domain as a whole.