Michael might know Kelson more than Kelson knew himself, as he truly had know idea how he felt. Self reflection was not one of Kelson's strong suits, at least as of now. If Michael had seen him when he was younger, he was a much more put together lad. But the same time which tempered Kelson into the hardened twelfth century monarch, comfortable with the kind of decisions and candor which both Kelson and Michael valued, had also taken a bit of his soul with it, a bit of his own ability to self reflect.

Shoving the drawer closed and slipping the envelope inside a sleeve, he followed the archangel until they were well out of range. He waited until he was quite sure they were in the clear and handed the envelope to him, and finally said, " I am not smitten!"