[Michael lets himself be pulled into the room without a fuss, which is as close to an apology as Claire is going to get from him for nearly giving her a heart attack. Again. He is, silently, glad that he hasn't.]

Were I human, I'm sure I would be.

[He takes his seat without argument too, leaning back and crossing one leg over the other, his hands folded over his lap.

What he is is something of an open secret. If Claire asks, she'll get his usual blunt honesty. He doesn't go around announcing himself because doing so makes no difference to the locals and there's a fifty-fifty chance the other Summoned won't believe him—or they'll have a crisis of faith. The difference between angel and human doesn't make much of a difference in day to day interactions, he's found. He looks and sounds human enough, and that's good enough for most of them.]

I'd be interested how effective that tactic is on whoever the kidnappers are, though I do hope you won't have occasion to find out.